In the Woods, Falcons Haunt

Echos of flight descend from slated sky,
As a lone falcon haunts the pale dawn yonder.

Soaring, seeking, sailing, wailing,
Kaaa, Kaaa, Kaaa, Kaaa.

Earthbound hare glances upwards.
Furlined ears perk, velvet nose twitches,
gauging shelter afforded by soft pine boughs nearby.

Time melts away, frozen in place,
bounding oaks leafless branches sway.
Feathered majesty floats above all,
tonight in this woods, on this day.

Alas, child falcon will fly and the rabbit will lay,
whilst the hushed wind cries “Goodnight sweet nature”.

In the Woods, Falcons Haunt

alan barbour

Largo, United States

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Poetry to Live by. These aren’t your typical poems.

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