I was walking amidst the snow when I saw her,
darting speedily and with grace, the falcon’s wings
silently amidst the trees; snow falling, captured,
enraptured, still walking, I watched her pirouettes,
until suddenly, I encountered a ledge
and thus, falling as large prey,

I became her silent call, laughter 
amidst the snowy winter breeze,
a thundering as she disappeared.