In Memory Of Pale Male

In the heart of Manhattan, where the city thrives, Lived a hawk named Pale Male, with piercing eyes. On a grand Fifth Avenue ledge, he made his nest, A symbol of nature, in the urban crest. With feathers so light, and a spirit so free, He soared above skyscrapers, for all to see. A legend in the park, where he chose to dwell, His story, a tale New Yorkers would tell. Through seasons he watched, as the city changed, From winter’s chill to summer’s range. With a mate by his side, and chicks to rear, He brought a touch of wild, to the city’s veneer. For over three decades, he graced the sky, A beacon of hope, for every passerby. Though he’s now gone, his legacy remains, In the hearts of those, who remember his reign. On May 16, 2023, he took his final flight, Leaving behind memories, shining bright. So here’s to Pale Male, the hawk so grand, Who made his mark, on this bustling land. May his spirit soar, in the skies above, A testament to nature, and a symbol of love.