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