âIn the sky, where the falcon flies so high,
âWith keen eyes that pierce the azure sky,
âWings outstretched, in majestic array,
âA silent hunter at break of day.
âGliding on currents with effortless grace,
âA predator in this vast open space,
âCircling, searching for quarry below,
âThrough valleys and hills, in a stealthy show.
âIts target sighted, a movement so slight,
âThe falcon dives with unparalleled might,
âSwift as lightning, a flash of grey,
âAir whistling past on its deadly way.
âTalons outstretched, a deadly embrace,
âSecuring its prey with unyielding grace,
âA dance of death in the sky's grand stage,
âNature's law written on each page.
About the Creator
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Be happy and grateful for everything you have in your life
Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe itâs better to go through life a little buzzed⌠this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and Iâm going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (âthisâ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts5 days ago in Longevity
Comments (3)
Perfect Poem on the falcon or any bird of prey! â¤ď¸
Love the image and you catch nature at its best worst.
Fabulous as alwaysâşď¸