Flight of the Falcon
After leaping in the blue
of heaven’s sky,
it soars over land
with a watchful eye.
Flying high,
and gliding with a breeze,
above the vast
valley of trees.
Sometimes at rest,
upon the highest peaks,
patiently waiting
for prey it seeks.
When the hunt is over,
it flies away,
and resumes a search
the following day.
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