As flecks of grey against weathered crags, The pigeon flock glides over foamy sands, They graze the gaunt, sallow faces of cliffs, Contoured by eternal moss, untouched by sage hands. The picture of patience, with mercy of man, From heaven above, the peregrine falcon judges, Determined, the avian magistrate strikes her gavel, And so mortal fates are decided; no being grudges. Hayabusa peels away from the clouds, Guided by instincts, honed and refined, With streamline speed and precise dexterity, Prey and gunsights, perfectly aligned. Death; the pigeon's ruffled feathers gently fall, And sink like warships along the turbid coast, The falcon feasts on her hard earned prey, And the falcon's pride, a thing to boast.
Another month ends Uncertainty of feeling Another month starts
Beneath bides the soul Shackled by mind and body Liberate the soul
I really like this print. I think it fits the theme perfectly. A sailor is cutting off the rope of a prisoner during a storm.
Action is a risk Nothing ventured, nothing gained Confined in stasis
Emotions churning Sentimental reflection Letters to the past
Do we have control ? Mistakes will be repeated Cyclic destiny
Company devoid Blind actions of transgression Dire consequence
The gambler rolls dice Disharmonious spirit Wife in misery
Artist spills some ink Enlightening reflection Sudden masterpiece
Servant of master Determination of fate The pen and the brush