Falcon Rest

With my back to the ground
And my eyes to the sky
Through the blueness
A falcon speeds by.

Black helmet on head
White throat and breast
Sharp wings saber talons
Feathered food in quest.

Upper slate-gray
Darkly barred rear
Bigger than Merlin
Smaller than Gyr.

Eighty-eight this annum
For the yard it is
Another forever also
To add to the list.

Content with the sighting
And warm grass below
My lids are heavy
Under the sun's warm glow.