Peregrine
A majesty of nature sits there in the dead tree
A majesty of flight turns to look at me
A majestic raptor braced and tuned for this cold
Majestic eyes scan the valley deep for prey yet untold
A majestic transformation to flight
Effortless drop, invertedly!
Precision, speed, raw might
Soaring low into the deep valley
This king of the skies now stoops vertically
This predator is in a class of its own
This falcon of majesty.
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2016
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