Peregrine Falcon

Launching from the rockface her wings caress the air

Spiralling upwards into the azure sky

An eddy carries her powerfully onwards

Eyes discern movement, wings respond with practised ease

Each flicker of muscle seals fate

Until she rustles the grass

And talons strike

Extinguishing mortal flesh

Muscle torn from bone, she feeds

And is sated

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