Falcons, Eagles, and Crows For Contest Titles
FALCONS, EAGLES, AND CROWS
Your aweful (sic) countenance of frowning
eyes and sharp beak predates history.
The pharaohs knew you, but you ruled the air
for millenia before they built their pyramids
and monuments. Even then, they knew your
majesty. Knowing themselves unequal, man
begged of you a favor, sweetly asked:
fly for me, falcon, fly!
Our knowledge of your world is tiny. How
can we comprehend the hidden secrets of the air?
the stories the canyons tell? What do we know
of the kill; the beating of wings? You grant us a
mere word in the library of your knowledge. All
that is left to us is An Interest in Falconry.
Once a bald eagle named Sitka enslaved me
with her commanding eyes. Many were the hours
I spent watching her. How was I to understand the
wildness in her heart? I often wondered what she
was thinking—and yes, oh yes, she was thinking—
when she spread her awesome wings as if to fly.
Was it sadness that filled her? I often feared it was.
Years later, a Fledgling crow fell into my life
from a fickle nest. She also seized my heart,
and I nursed her until she was old enough to
take her place in the currents of the air.
They all fly freely here, out in the desert,
blessed to inhabit a Nuclear-Free Zone. I visit
their canyon to hear the scree of the hawk,
the high pitched voices of the eagles, and the
relentless caws of the crows; Alpha Males all,
Calling to their forever loves.
An Interest in Falconry
Sitka
The Fledgling
Nuclear-Free Zone
The Call of the Alpha Male
Copyright © Mary Rotman | Year Posted 2015
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