Short Peregrine Poems
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peregrine falcon
scout upon the citadel
pigeons kept in check
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a bullet from sky
peregrine falcon‘s blitz dive~
snatching dove for meal
Date written 07/05/2020
Sponsor Tania Kitchin
haiku with movement nature themed
we
hear
the
damp sound of flight
when
the
red peregrine hawk
reach for
higher ground
there i go
into
a brave wind
into
a spend
into
the
green fog of night
Drones,
Silent with
The gaze of a Peregrine
Falcon, that
Descends
Surely, swiftly,
Bringing death.
No trial by law,
Just obliteration.
And like the Peregrine,
It knows no borders.
I traipse the globe as a travel blog pro,
My peregrine pace never gets too slow -
So crazy chaotic,
Extremely exotic -
Runs me into places and out of dough.
January 4, 2023
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.
Peregrine Falcons can fly up to 200 miles per hour
Not a chance for their prey to avoid being devoured
Yum yum whatta feast
That's a real flying beast
Instead why can't they just eat grass and pretty flowers
we barely speak
two ships sail in the night
lost love without light
we shall not meet
unless we see
the beacon shine at night
in both hearts our ships sail
towards fresh moonlight
that pass the test
the peregrine eyes of
the lighthouse
Watching you atop your tower
for once
wishing not to be you
but to be the dove
on which you prey
to so honourably
have you take my pain away
I turned
to set this thought to paper
when I looked back
you were gone
and I sank
so sad
to still be there.
Ways so serpentine
Garden path now dim at dusk
Oh Peregrine, casting thine eyes down
Clutch up my deepest sorrows
Lifting high my soul, place crown
Once in flight
Search out my ghost
Over tree and crag of rock
High above cliffs of sea
One sheep of scattered flock.
Out of this fog comes the
Black and yellow eyes,
Raining from this fiery spirit of
The peregrine falcon
Riding on her powerful wings
Catching our breath with bursts of speed
Her teardrop shape, free falling through this air
Hunting prey with lightning strike claws
That unbreakable spirit and perfect domain
Deep inside of this fog lives the peregrine
In canyons of glass and steel,
the peregrine is hunting.
Her wildlands have vanished
and her forests are gone.
But what is it to her
if her prey runs toward trees
or cliffs… or if it flees
through canyons
of glass and steel.
Is it any easier
to feed her child
on the asphalt plains?
Is her hunting cry
any less fearsome
if it is heard
in a city’s skies?
Does the sparrow
struggle any less
if in a city
it dies?
A majesty of nature sits there in the dead tree
A majesty of flight turns to look at me
A majestic raptor braced and tuned for this cold
Majestic eyes scan the valley deep for prey yet untold
A majestic transformation to flight
Effortless drop, invertedly!
Precision, speed, raw might
Soaring low into the deep valley
This king of the skies now stoops vertically
This predator is in a class of its own
This falcon of majesty.
Back and forth on the blustery jut
I rock my brain in its buoyant swell.
The tang of crowberries and storm clouds
sieved through wind and limestone,
sheep’s piss and heather.
Beneath the high rock, rock ravens spiral,
peregrine swoop within a flying sky
turned upside down.
This is my land, this moment
I declare myself
the very image of this twirling world,
magnified, upright,
somewhere between
a wind-blown gnat
and God.
Back and forth, on the blustery jut
I rock my brain in its buoyant swell.
The tang of crowberries and storm clouds
sieved through wind and limestone,
sheep’s piss and heather.
Beneath my high rock, rock ravens spiral,
peregrine swoop; a flying sky
turned upside down.
This is my land, this moment
I declare myself
The very image of this twirling world,
yet magnified and upright,
somewhere between
a wind-blown gnat
and God.
Eyes fixed, locked on for sure
Target selected by this majestic predator
Lock tight, body role, velocity control
Change shape, speed make
Drive through raw might
Awesome nature of flight
Vertical stoop from on high
Rip through the sky in the blink of an eye
Killer takes the prize
When the skies ultimate predator strikes
There is nowhere to hide
Legendary Falcon, the fastest hunter alive
Peregrine...
This Raptor surely is
The king of the sky.