THE PEREGRINE

The eyes of the Peregrine will plainly see;

she 'tis truly a paragon of the falcon tiercel; 

for all knows it's a victory dive in tumultuous pursuit;

therefore, neither is prey, 

synchronization innate.

Glorious speed conquers the wind;

life's course only its eyes can see.

Masters of freedom's wing with sinewed talons of steel - -

survival a constant test of nature's will to be free.

Purest strength, the highest ideal,

its instinct for freedom, with mate

and free, the falcons will always truly be. 

by Trish Frommer-Joy