Falcon Ready

A midnight snack

Falcon Ready

Feathers gather on the wing

Sore with precision in their flight

An updraft lifts the beady eyed visitor

A hunt begins on hunger pangs of black

Grows from the dawn of times survival

Launched into action with the talent of God

Towers over the enormity of sky

Preys on darkness unencumbered

Leads the falcon on to his devices down

Stretched out on yellow talons sharp

In sight, laser vision pinpoints a target

Stars scream out in covered night

Something glistens on the shadowed ground

A woodland creature squeaks out in pain

All goes quiet at the strike in silence

A victim falls dismembered as a meal

When distracted on the moment of the kill

Reviews

[Ryan I]

Interesting writing about a falcon. I enjoyed the word choice and imagery the writing evoked. Thank you for sharing!

[Earl Schumacker]

Hi Ryan I,
Thank you for your comments. Glad you enjoyed it. Have a great day. Earl

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Went to a falconry centre a year or so back and saw some magnificent birds. All raised in captivity or rescued I may add. This poem captures the mystique and majesty and the brutality of nature. Nicely penned.

[Earl Schumacker]

Thank you John. I appreciate your views and comments. We had falcons, dangerous snakes and other obviously illegal wildlife living in one of the high rises on the beach here in Florida where I was property manager. It was a very interesting experience. Glad you liked the poem. Have a great day. Earl