He stood in the driveway
looking at all the white
feathers on the ground
wondering what animal
got the poor little bird
when a downy feather
floated down in front of
him. He looked up into
the olive tree, squinted
and saw a peregrine
falcon staring down at
him with a Cheshire
grin on his face — er
beak, er beaks don’t
smile, but the man
could see a downy,
white feather fluttering
in the beak and he was
sure the falcon was
smiling inside along
with peregrine pride.