Birds Of Prey (3 per day)

I guess I thought if a baby owl was so tame and such a neat thing to have then a big owl would be even neater

The last glimmer of sunlight shows in the sky as I take my leave. Sadness overtakes me as I realize my flight is over. my journey has come to an end…..

Viking of the sky,
Grazing might against the rushing airwaves,
Shadowing the dry earth with its span,
Creating fright through critters on the cracked earth below.

Four small children brought me my first bird. A Tiercel Kestrel, maybe in its first or second year. They said they found it under a tree by the river.

Am I hurt?
Or crouching wary
watching
from my stillness.

Weary yes
but broken no
turn to me with caution.

Watch me not.
Do not approach.
For I’m The Watcher …
heedful
…