When you’re gifted with the presence of a Falcon…
Do not take its grace for granted…
Its wings carry stories that even the wind isn’t strong enough to bear…
Usually flying above the clouds…
But still down to earth enough for you to relate and appreciate the journey…
Noticing the torn parts of its wings from past trauma…
It’s known for fleeing away from affection high enough not to engage in the connection…
Only time can heal its heartache…
A sign from the sun…
Running through meadows of May flowers, as if it was a Taurus determined to reach the eighth day of happiness within itself…
Dressed in all black…
Blessing the skies with its beauty every flight…
This Falcon flying over Palestine would be a priceless portrait…
Just like its personality…
But still yet humble enough to find perched around a petting zoo…
A sight worth seeing more than the sun rising every morning…
You would sky dive just to experience its energy and ambitions…
And realize it’s more than just a Falcon…
It’s an author writing above the clouds…
Constantly flying through its feelings and emotions…
It’s more than an animal…
It’s the art of you…
-Ricky “Randum” Maeweather
Ricky Maeweather 