Falcon

‏In the sky, where the falcon flies so high,

‏With keen eyes that pierce the azure sky,

‏Wings outstretched, in majestic array,

‏A silent hunter at break of day.

‏Gliding on currents with effortless grace,

‏A predator in this vast open space,

‏Circling, searching for quarry below,

‏Through valleys and hills, in a stealthy show.

‏Its target sighted, a movement so slight,

‏The falcon dives with unparalleled might,

‏Swift as lightning, a flash of grey,

‏Air whistling past on its deadly way.

‏Talons outstretched, a deadly embrace,

‏Securing its prey with unyielding grace,

‏A dance of death in the sky's grand stage,

‏Nature's law written on each page.