(Image c/o of Wikipedia.org)
Capturing
A Peregrine
With the perfect ambient light
And the swift subject in sight
I breathe with a tight chest
Breathing in and out with extra care
My skills are put to test
My instincts, are they even there?
I wait for the awaited moment
This is no grip and grin
And here it comes like heaven sent
Falcon called Peregrine
With wings of an angel
Yet hunger like a demon’s
“My fast glass, do not fail me,” I pray
For I don’t wish to completely rely on
spray and pray
Dear hands don’t shake, please no camera
shake!
The golden hour is nigh
I’ll be on photography high
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