A FALCON IN PERIL
The day was very windy, and a falcon flew high,
It seemed to be tossed about on a blue cloudless sky,
Struggling against the currents that oft help him glide,
The twists and turns showed fear he could not hide.
The wind had blown hard and now increased in power,
The trees bent and sway is if they could brake any hour,.
Clothing whipped off lines then they seemed to dance,
And the remaining flowers did appear to wildly prance.
But up there he tried to lower himself to the firm land,
Even over his strong wings the wind had the upper hand,
You could see the effort and the strain there up so high,
It would help if the wind for a moment could fade and die.
Then the wind seemed to carry him, his strength gone,
Had that strong wind that great battle at last won,
Lifeless would he fall or would he recover once again
Would he land heavily causing much hurt and pain?
He landed near the edge of the lake, he lay quite still,
Could he once again be a strong falcon and at will
Fly high in the sky searching for his needed daily kill
Would he his full potential in this life ever fulfill.
The movement of the feathers, was it just the wind?
Or to death did this noble lovely bird just rescind,
I waited with bated breath to see him rise again,
He did, with a great deal of effort and a lot of pain.
He stumbled to the reeds for some protection there,
Then later I saw him try and fly into the turbulent air,
He managed to reach the ridge and then was out of sight,
I think I may remember that bird in my prayers tonight.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 30 September 2005