Photography © Jennifer Matthews
A Raptor with a Royal Crown
I was always trying to hear the falcon outside my window
and every day, it did not come.
But today, as thoughts mingled like ponderously plump clouds
I heard its screech like a calling, like a perfect star that’s falling. I was filled with such thrill
I burst out the doors and with pure jubilation I held my arms above my head in
greeting as I watched it circling like a muse from a desert dark sky.
It towered overhead, illuminating my very own pale, yet wondrous eye.
That falcon appeared like an emissary. A raptor with a royal crown.
It was as though it heard my longing and from a mysterious distance it appeared just to say
I could hear you dear darling, here I am all wings and air and sky.
In spirit I was lifted so far from the ground I swear I was a feather and my body unbound.
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