Grey Falcon Poem by Gert Strydom

(in answer to WEG Louw and Ellen Botha)

White is the sunlight
where it is turning in the early morning,
flying much higher than any starling or crow
and is gliding in balance on the wind

beneath the dew glistens, over the dunes some tracks lead
and the grey falcon is free and not lost,
turns continually around and around
are singing astounded over the beauty

and its as if it is sad,
are missing its mate in the entire sky
while it keeps turning
keep calling in search of meaning.

[References: Vaalvalk (Grey hawk) by WEG Louw, Vaalvalkie (Small grey hawk) by Ellen Botha.]