A Falcon does not fear, but hears
her friend – the wind: he is blind
but behind every flight
of the fearless falcon.
Her energy and bravery comes from he –
Who challenges a falcon’s strength
and depth of her heart.
Time and again the wind would fight
the falcon’s flight – tearing her right and left.
Once he crept behind her wings, pushing as she cries,
Rise! The wind would yell. For only he
knew the courage and power of a falcon’s wing’s,
An eagle’s vision in a falcon’s eye,
The ferocious roars of a falcon’s voice.
The Falcon knows it’s just child’s play,
At the end of the day, after all,
He would never let her fall.
The Little Novice
A morning flight at the tip of light, Untangling vines of quarrels and spite, Swing back to unfinished work by the lagoon, And all this before the strike of noon. Nibbling lunch travelling across acres To perfect the dance of unwavering predators, Wings ache and eyes droop as I swoop home, Write a letter of… Continue reading A Worthy Investment