Friday, August 12, 2011

The Falcon

High atop a snowy mountain,
air filled with hunter's silence,
alert to it's foxy prey-
the royal falcon waits.
A serpent wriggles unaware
of the danger that circles above-
senses the shadow a wee bit late,
becomes the food in jungle's bowl.
The falcon dives at a matchless speed,
talons drawn for fiery need.
Pounces on the slippery snake-
how so venomous, now so pale.
Beware of the flight of the falcon-
swift, fierce and eager to kill.