By Greer Williams

Greer Williams wrote this poem in the 826 Valencia workshop "Wild, Wild San Francisco."

Whoosh, Whoosh!

I am a Peregrine Falcon searching for food

At the speed of 200 mph, I hunt for pigeons

A-Hah!

I see a flock of rock doves fluttering below me

I dash down faster than you imagine, and go after one of the grey
birds, then scooping it up into my sharp, elegant talons, instantly
killing it.

I take the carcass to my nest and pup, so it can be eaten

Another successful hunt by the Peregrine Falcon

Eat my young, eat.