The Peregrin Poem by Juan Olivarez

I watched a Peregrin, soaring high.
With ease gravity, he did defy.
Ever circling on rising air,
Soaring in the blue, far from his lair.

On rising thermals higher he flew,
Like it was all wonderful and new.
A tiny speck in the clear blue sky,
Way up in the clouds I could hear his cry.

Higher and higher, with strength and ease,
Like a new freed soul, seeking release.
Then like a bullet he plunged to the ground,
From high in the sky, he plummeted down.

He disappeared from my line of sight,
And I wondered at the plunge, from such a height.
Then he flew up, from a hidden draw,
With dinner clutched in his formidable claws.

The Peregrin Falcon master of the skies,
Where he does abode, no eagles fly.
What a sight Lord to behold,
When you made him, you broke the mold.

9/20/10 Alton Texas