28 June 2012
Perched upon the precipice Between life and the dark abyss A peregrine looks down on crowds In its element, amongst the clouds Like a speck of ink on paper blotted It's silhouetted target spotted Beating it's wings higher and higher None excel, no better flier Folding it's wings, it stoops and falls Then carries its prize to old church walls Predator of the rolling rooftops Always moving, never stops Surveying its kingdom for target two Master of the skies... It's true This cold indifferent pigeon killer, This lightning paced avian thriller Has a sweet side, not that you'd know It's not a side that often shows It has it's chicks to rear and raise Through the softening spring haze...
I.Sparrow
(sorry its only short and sweet)
Peregrine • Opuss № I