Francis Santaquilani


Falcon - Poem by Francis Santaquilani

Piercing gray and spray,
A falcon, with a rabbit in his tallons,
Flies low past the open flood gates,

Then grazes the churning water
Above the turbines,
And makes it to the other side of the river

In good time,
Before the sky opens up.
Then sits poker faced in a tree
While lightning flashes around him.

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  • Declan McHenry (3/22/2007 4:53:00 PM)

    An intriguing descriptive piece Francis. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 22, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 5, 2011


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