The falcon, a bird of prey,
Soars through the sky with graceful flight.
His wings spread wide, a master of the air,
He's a symbol of beauty and might.
He hunts with precision and speed,
His keen eyes never missing a mark.
No prey can escape his grasp,
For he's a hunter in the dark.
But the falcon is more than just a killer,
He's a messenger of the gods.
He carries messages of hope and love,
And carries them through the odds.
So let us honor the falcon,
This noble bird of the sky.
For he is a symbol of strength and grace,
A warrior, fierce and mild.
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