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PEREGRINE
High above in cloudless skies
Peering down, the spy of spies
Ever searching through the day
Perfect eyes, he finds his prey
Folded wings fulfill the need
He tops them all with his speed
Gliding helpless in the air
A pigeon soon to be ensnared
Heavy is the killing strike
As talons pierce like a knife
Now, with burden in his grips
Away he flies to feed his chicks
Then back into the air to hunt
Aerobatic is his stunt
He is a flash upon this scene
For he is master, Peregrine
