King Of The Birds (falcon)

• Aj Sethi, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2009

The god, The master, The king of the sky,
Where no human can go it can easily fly,
His prey beneath him a tiny dot,
When its carcass falls it will begin to rot,

Armed with its speed, faster than a V8 car,
A single dive will take it far,
When its screech, a battle cry
-throughout the sky is heard,
Ay bird still flying would be truly absurd,

Master of space, master of sky,
With eternal life it shall never die,
A ruthless hunter with a solid will,
If it finds it shall always kill