Golden Falcon
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At the dusk, above the field
Seen hovering, quasi-static
At the back of my home
There the paddy yield
Golden paddy and the golden bird
With crimson red, ‘the dying sun’
Beneath, life is in stake, not fun
Lovely hover to straight fall gird
I watch this with curiosity,
I share this to kill anonymity.
Rats below enjoying the treat
Death above in enthuse greet
Such a lovely natures plan
He fitted with skill and elan…
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