Past plovers hiding in pickleweed
an airborne tilt-a-whirl of phalaropes pass by
while the Peregrine continues
his roller-coaster flight down the shoreline.
He dips, ducks dive.
The gulls rise and fall en masse
shouting a collective eek.
The Peregrine passes over the ghosts of Harlequins
taken shooting gallery style
by trophy hunters
We drive parallel to his line of flight
my speedometer reading 45
it’s a leisurely flight plan he’s filed.
We soon arrive at the end of the causeway
and the falcon having shuffled the deck on one side
like a boomerang
direction reversed he rises
then wings closed, dives
and a Ring-necked Duck too slow
is struck and seized
his prize accompanies him
under the big top
they take a lunch break.