The Swooping Peregrine Falcon Pulverizes Everything In Its Path

Today I espied a peregrine falcon on an iron fence near my abode. These birds are quite endemic throughout North America. In its little beady eyes, I saw a vagrant bird longing for some company and prey. I wonder where it is now? Did it get some grub?

Around midday, Ashley and I wandered over to the Royalwood forest for a stroll. The gray skies loomed over us like a floating scripture heralding the coming of imminent precipitation. Echoes jostled in the green space of the quiet forest. Ants raced around in the insectile microcosm at our feet. We saw goslings and their parents. While dishing out some seeds for the family, the mother started hissing and squawking at us as if to say, "You can get close, but can't get too close." Too bad the seed we gave to them floated down river to a pair of eager ducks.

When we reached the "spirit tree," Ashley took the time to draw a cute flower while I wrote a poem. The poem I wrote is called, "Waiting For The Deer's Initiation":

"It always starts with the rustling of dead leaves
in the forest of verdant secrets.
The pilgrimage through the dense, lush, and quixotic
niche of nature's eco-time...the pleasures of the countless
grass blades...the bounty of the bark...these are all contained
within the insuperable grandeur of the dreaming forest's ultimate secret.
But how does a forest dream, and what does it dream of?
Does it dream of green vistas of serene quietude?
Does it dream of the consonant songs of flittering birds?
Does it hide the bulk of its dreams in nondescript seeds,
in a cache of acorns, or in the things the eye can't see?
I like to think the forest hides the greatest of numinous
dreams in the timid eyes of the deer.
After all, the eyes are always curious, quizzical, and roaming
the landscape for the origin of the ten-thousand things.
Or is it the dream I superimpose over the things I have
seen only briefly, such as that of the deer, that is most numinous?
Perhaps, but I would like to think that all lifeforms dream as one family
in the vast vortex of ecological time, and I would like to think
that one day the deer will initiate me into the cult of coy longings."