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I saw a falcon today—a merlin
Rare I think
Too fast to turn and look again
A flash it was
Like an arrow on fire
With a magician’s name
And hunger’s aim
Look out pigeons
Look out waxwings
They attack from below
And profit from confusion
With rapid wings
And falcon speed
They climb for the skylarks
And bring down the moon
Salvatore Ala
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Salvatore Ala  65/M/Canada
(65/M/Canada)   
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