Inspiration in the midst of day-to-day humdrum! ~ Bette A. Stevens
PEREGRINE FALCON, NEW YORK CITY
By Robert Cording
On the 65th floor where he wrote
Advertising copy, joking about
The erotic thrall of words that had
No purpose other than to make
Far too many buy far too much,
He stood one afternoon face to face
With a falcon that veered on the blade
Of its wings and plummeted, then
Swerved to a halt, wings hovering.
An office of computers clicked
Behind him. Below, the silence
Of the miniature lunch time crowds
And toy-like taxis drifting without
Resolve to the will of others.
This bird’s been brought in, he thought,
To clean up the city’s dirty problems
Of too many pigeons. It’s a hired beak.
Still he remained at the tinted glass
Windows, watching as the falcon
Gave with such purpose its self
To the air that carried it, its sheer falls
Breaking the mirrored self-reflections
Of glass…
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Bette A. Stevens, Maine Author 
Comments on: "Peregrine Falcon, New York City, poem by Robert Cording" (5)
I love the context that inspired the poetry. Very nice indeed. Thanks for sharing it. Blessings, Natalie
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I couldn’t resist! Thanks for your comments, they keep me going… Have a great weekend, Natalie.
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I wish you a great weekend too, Bette. Natalie 🙂
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Wow! Love this poem. Have twittered and facebooked it. Thank you so much for sharing. 🙂
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Hi, Harmony. Thanks for stopping by and for sharing. I loved this poem, too. It spoke to me… Have a great weekend and happy writing! 🙂
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