just a pea
were I was
just
once I had a falcon
for a friend it landed on my hand
and hunted mices
far near more far for
he flew away one day
and I saw him yesterday free
flying on the blue of a
sky and a cloud happy
and I knew
he was good and clear and crystal and
where falcons were meant to flew
to the wee I stated with I felt wee then and
few times have I
been in the state of mind to know wee
or fair off in cloudy distance on a falcon's wings
insisting I loved him so