The Falcon Poem by Phil Soar

The Falcon



Drifting on warm air
Spiraling on updrafts
Wings spread
Like satin sheets on washing lines on a windy day
And yet the dance is like a ballet
And the view from underneath spectacular
Away from the ground
She hangs silently
Her eyes fixed
Looking for life
To end it
With one dive of phenomenal speed

Friday, February 26, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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