Peregrine
not lost
just meandering
finding first
seeking second
Whatever
the pathway
it will be
found
Wings
pounding air
ka-kah!
The cry goes out
mournful it seems
filled with
bitter
longing
Fastening on
to its prey
my prey
the inner prey
of anger
and betrayal
I will hunt it down
I will cry out in this
bird voice
warning it of its
approaching death
With the kill in
my talons
I will rise on the
morning wind
and soar towards
the horizon.
~ spontaneously composed by Stan Stewart
~ inspired during a workshop by Trish Watts
~ Copyright © 2017 by Stan Stewart. All rights reserved.