The Falcon
The falcon flies
upward toward the sun.
The falcon dives
toward the rodent on the run.
His graceful wings
spread to reflect the sun.
The wind sings
as he swoops and dives for fun.
The falcon knows
as he’s soaring through the air.
Wherever he goes
he must avoid the snare.
To be free.
To fly on wings up high.
Able to see
forever in a cloudless sky.
This is all
a falcon lives to do.
Should he fall,
his earthly life is through.—————-R. W. Johnson—–(2002)