Croydon Tourist Office - The Falcon Has Buggered Off

The fervent falconer with his feathery feral beasts
Proudly doth he step into the rural arena
Holds aloft his muscular bird of prey
Look at me
Look at us
Look at what we can do

This primal ghost of nature tamed
All leather
And flappy flappy wings
Claws and hooked beak and beady eyes
Potential power
The omniscience of death

Behold the falconer
Lets the birds soar
Into the sky with a subtle swoop
Rise on currants of unseen air
Its wings outstretched
It lets out a mighty squawk
And flies off over the horizon

Falconer
Oh falconer won't you spend the afternoon with me
We'd go get a nice cup of tea
You and me
Forget about your birds for awhile

The falconer forlorn faces the far-flung forest
His shoulders slump as the minutes pass
While the audience fidgets
Then one by one departs
Intent on marvelling at the marmosets

Written by:
Robert Garnham

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