A falcons view of loveMy hackles rise slightlyAs my brow feathers move about in the breeze.Did my perfect eyes just see you?Yes, it is you! It is you!My crest rises in joyAnd I can feel the wind pulling at my primaries.The breeze calls me by name.It beckons me to danceand come be by your side.I want nothing more than that.I fell my nares flushing at the thought.You seem not to see me watching youFrom my perch of cement and steel.I twitch about on my railingAs I feel my talons tearing bits of paint away.I can't take the suspense any longer!I let out a screech and a sweet trillAs I leap from my perch with joy.Straight to your side