WHAT I DON’T KNOW ABOUT PEREGRINE FALCONS
I’m not sure I have that patience of circling
or the floating intensity to spy a rodent among weeds
and I have no idea what magnifies or frames
an avian horizon or how air lifts and drags
that grip on flight or how inexplicably --
not unlike the way a gush of sunlight flames
or how quicksilver instinct leaps -- as the darting
wagtail or noisy miner erupts and boldly chases you
yes, you mighty air creature, what gives
They have only small flittery wings, beating
and chiacking, surely that’s not the same
as peril, loss, as coming to an end, that especially
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Jill Jones
www.jilljones.com.au
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