Poem: The Falcon Foray

Our resident poet, Jean Monce Bryant, was inspired by the story of the biologists banding the peregrine falcon chicks under the Ship Canal bridge which we recently published.

Maaaaaaa!

THE FALCON FORAY

Mama Falcon Bridget as you can tell

Had every right to shout

Those interfering biologists

She told them to “STAY OUT”

They’d come to band her little chicks

To check their health it’s true

But how could she know their intent

She knew what she must do

She roused her hubby

From his rest

They planned a quick foray

With talons poised

They dive-bombed down

The biologists went away

Her husband had a silly grin

That’s what he’s meant to do

You know his name is Perry

And his grin is in there too

They’re PERE-GRINe falcons

They’re safe at last

Not endangered anymore

But biologists who come around

Better rush right out the door

When Mother Love it is aroused

You’ve met a Mighty Foe

My word to you is very clear

Get out of there!  JUST GO!!!!

Jean Monce Bryant 

July 12, 2013