Similar Peregrinates-2

I doubt that it was incidental
In discourse it was logical in nature
When I met the falcon, it took
responsibility in its part to follow me home
The significance of the visit to my surprise
was the attack to nourish its habits and my own

The falcon was writing another page
that I would read at a later time
Turning the page reading
out loud in mental thoughts the
meaning leapes out like a leperchaun
chasing after his pot of gold

No matter where life takes you
there's always a pot of gold
for the soul as a keepsake

As I read those words in my
journey I step into the shadow
that the falcon left behind and
those words will lift me higher
than I have ever expected

Stepping out of my car, a hunch
already existed of a presence
waiting on me to look up

Its claws gripped unto the edge
of a drain on a roof top
I watched that falcon claw its
prey and carry it to the
roof across the street

As I carry the idea behind the
message, it will take me to
another dimension in writing.