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The nervous man
Slight awkward stance
Waiting for a train
Talking to the rain

Is he mad?
Is he sad?
A broken heart?
How many times has his life been torn apart?

He doesn’t fit in
Fashion and style were never his thing
His glasses, dark brimmed sixties style
A cardigan under the coat
His fathers before his no doubt!

The nervous man
Avoiding eye contact with his fellow man
Looking at the floor
Concrete’s concrete for ever more!

A kestrel for some reason lands
Walks up to the nervous man
He doesn’t know what to do
Does the raptor just wants some food?
It stands in front of him
Starts pecking at his ankle and shin?

He tries to shoo it away
But this falcon means to stay
It flies around his face
It tries to peck his face
His glasses fall and crack

He tries to run away and crushes them under foot 
He bumps into a man and that makes him run closer to the track 
He slips and lands on the line

People try but there is no time!

The kestrel watches and leans over to make sure?

It turns and sees me looking at it for sure!

It then flys up to my seat and sits looking hard at me 

Then it flies and hovers in front of me

I stand and take a step back to see

Then it frantically pecks hard at the plastic screen

It then flies up and sits on a pole

Dumbfounded I look at the damage done

I see beyond  the holes in the plastic cover to what is underneath

A lost notice for a pretty girl
I look closer at the story next to her face 

I can’t believe and through the commotion on the platform look up to see the kestrel on its perch

He’s gone and I turn back to see
The young girl missing and I re-read the story in front of me

She was fifteen and had a unique hobby indeed!

For she was a falconer and her Kestrel was called ‘Mercy’

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