The Practice of Falconry


 I am your hawk

you do not ask me not to hunt
you do not cope my beak or talons

you exhalt in my flight
employ my abilities in your service
retain me under your thumb
stoop-homed, breath-bated
with blood feathers primed
I wait..

You have me hoodwinked,
made my focus yours
been my excitement’s captor
roused, released and recall-lured me.

I keen, a lamping we go!
first posted on Fetlife December 2013 still true đź’‹

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