Soft spoken, the small grey dove,
far below the raptor’s eye,
flew low by a naked cliff-face
and thought it good to fly
and ride the rising winds,
forever looking down
at the world beneath her gentle wings,
unaware of falcon’s frown.
Then death came stooping down
at the pale bird far below -
the fastest thing alive -
prepared the killing blow.
For to cast into the wind
the feathers of his prey,
this fleshy missile on folded wings -
another death another day.
But the dove was much too canny
and swerved above a rock
at the very final moment,
falcon hit the earth in shock.
Instant death and gladly dealt
for between these birds, no love.
The falcon’s feathers blew that day
and the blow came from the dove.
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Contest Judged: 8/24/2025 10:57:00 PM
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Written: August 15, 2025
I am the hush before a winter dawn,
moonlight cloaked across a sleeping field.
I catch the sun in quiet particles,
mirrors of truths you never thought to hold.
I am the glint in a falcon’s eye,
the frost that seals an unspoken vow--
quiet , steadfast,
yet quick to strike into light.
ridge obscure burnt slate
leap of faith a second wind
drop and plumes spread wide
Sycophants, thy future.
On what does it depend?
Gold upon the ground, be pure!
River, yield thy bend!
Tormented, ye prophets?
Pleiades, rescue me!
Toolshed, art thou Tophet's?
Fly, O fancy-free...
Gain upon in rhythm?
By what right, friend and foe?
Onward, black abysm!
Dark backward, well ... Although ...
Reign of conquerors endless!
On this doth all things hinge!
Forward, O ye stark friendless!
Heart within all, twinge!
White sand, will ye countermand?
One man gang or band?
Prison walls about us planned?
Better that we stand!
Robber, burglar, thief, thy grief.
Defy, my belief.
O ye Indians, stern thy chief?
Ten thousand foot reef...
Tentacles, reach upward!
Tangle, root! Enchant!
Golem, gate! Break fast, my guard!
Feet of mine, just plant...
Will or wool, O brazen? Bull.
Mea culpa, pull.
Green fire? Clean death due a trull?
Fate and Fortune, full?
A hunter swift with eye that gleams
this Falcon's life's not what it seems.
Once endangered the Falcon cries
rarely heard in Western skies,
now seen up high in city dreams.
Falcon heard mouse from sixty-six feet
Thought the creature gave a curious tweet
Young mouse’s fear was his main feature.
Falcon instantly chose a new creature
His intended prey was totally unaware
As rabbit got swooped up into the air
Grandma’s button box and first aid kit were both mainstays in the kitchen.
We knew she had everything to help us if we were hurting or itch'n.
If we tore up our pants, got poison ivy or ripped a button off our coat,
She could have us fixed up in seconds, and then milk a cow or a goat.
The peregrine falcon inspires fear
In 'most every bird, far and near,
Such air pressure as he swoops so fast!
Three eyelids protect him from the blast.
Why does she keep that falcon around?
I heard this in a whisper, a quiet inquisitive sound.
We watched as the falcon ran over to give her a light.
I guess that explains things, I said; it was quite a sight.
She is quite the Mistress of the air, synchronize swimming where Eagles dare-stare, no need for landing batons or clearance, she has her own flare.
She wraiths the hapless night and the brilliance of day, rakes the sky, knowing her beauty laid, showcased on big screenery-
rewards God with a show bow and cloud kiss of why His All Knowingness plays, ~The Mistress (proud)
I love my diet, rich in protein,
Of snakes, squirrels, doves, and rabbits most lean.
I tell you this, and I am on the square,
Furry mammals delight beyond compare.
The swiftest, sleekest raptor in the sky,
I soar wide, circling with the sharpest eye.
As feathered death I swooped upon my prey,
But the rat found a hole and got away.
As Taloned Fate I still search and survey,
For careless critters to feast on today.
He was defeated
by Captain America's all-weather paint
as he was the
furthest thing from a saint
His name was Solarr
and he drew his power from the sun
He would blast beams of energy
like a full-powered gun
He's most likely now
in a lowly dimmed cell
where he can cause no more damage
in this place he now dwells
He thought he was invincible
in his yellow costumed suit
but now he's in a place
where no one gives a hoot!
22 Falcon's in a row flying
side by side in formation
Upon a suicide mission
To save a flailing meerkat
Far away from home way off course
Into a blocked trap cul-de-sac with
no way out
Begin dropping 1 bye 1
Until and so 44 broken feathered wing's
Can be used to make Dream Catcher's
In order to be sold in generic gift
shops tent off the reservation
I breathe fire like a dragon killing demons
And I fight hard to kill the devils in my heart
I blow steam like an engine running through the night
Keep pumping ‘else my motor’s gonna fall apart
I survey down like a falcon during midday
Looking for my next meal, seeking resolution
And I charge on with a wolf totem within me
Always alone without a pack to call my own
As I make the earth my throne I become apart
My wandering soul won’t let me rest; always more
I rumble on with a wolf totem within me
My teeth bared, I light the skies with my holy war
To seize the day is a battle fought within us
But we’ve gotta bleed if we wanna win the game
We all need a wolf totem deep inside our hearts
If we want the minstrels to sing our given names
It might not be the sharpest of blades,
But that doesn’t mean I can’t skin a deer and,
Rather than curse the inefficiency of the instrument,
Wonder at my own ability to compensate for its dullness.
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