Day 3, Pigeon hawk
Neither nor, you surprise
on jackhammer wings,
flush the flock from below,
herd them to heights of exhaustion.
Your partner has his pick
of your wizard’s realm,
darting in to capitalize on confusion.
Thoroughly modern Merlin,
enchanter of ladies since medieval times,
you’ve cast off misnomer,
embraced the falcon fold.
You perch and prey,
snag a sparrow at speed:
There’s magic in the air.
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