The Giraffe, the Horse and the Falcon

The Giraffe, the Horse and the Falcon

The giraffe stood still at the edge of dust

tall and quiet, built on trust

he saw too far, moved too slow

and held more truth than he let show

The horse was born for weight and speed

trained to listen, taught to need

he bowed his head, he bore his load

and dreamed of fields beyond the road

The falcon turned on a slice of wind

no bit, no reins, no need to bend

she answered nothing, broke no vow

and never once touched hoof or plough

They met where silence split the sky

where nothing moved, and none asked why

the giraffe looked up, the horse stood near

the falcon vanished — sharp and clear

The giraffe had height, the horse had grace

the falcon lived in a different place

they watched her go, they stayed behind

she was not made to be confined

She flew because no voice could hold

no gate could lock, no hand could fold

she flew because the wind allowed

and never once looked back or bowed

The giraffe remains, the horse endures

the falcon moves beyond all cures

some are tied and some are free

and some refuse captivity