Falcor The Falcon

"Falcor" The Falcon

   I was rattled by the squawking of the birds. I could hear through their chirps sharp shrill and quick Falcor my glorious falcon was about the heavens calling me out to see the sun and the splendor of his magnificence. Gliding overhead casting Shadow upon myself and the ground, majestic beauty I had finally perceived of his presence. However, I must admit in our first encounters there was no sharing of my admiration for him. As it was spring an the birds had been heavy in the yard this year I had tremendous worry, or fear rather, for the birds flying around looking for food to feed their offspring, that the falcon would swoop down and take his prey and the babies would be left to suffer their first birth with starvation death if denied their mother's return.

   I took about clanking through the yard when the bluebirds would call me out alerting to his arrival. Each day, a fine shiny pot and a large Rusty screw, were my weapons of choice. Squawking my own cawcaw cawcaw through the yard , I ran banging the pot with screw in hand, circling the yard like a mighty warrior of noise to save the mothers for their children. Then one day on a ride home with the "Angel cab driver" I had met and enjoyed conversing with before, He and I were speaking of animals. His favorite being my own creation from when I was but a star rebelling. The platypus. I asked him about birds of prey and to my excitement and newness of knowledge obtained through him, he was a very informative person for the subject. He told me of their splendor in the way they embrace their prey. Free falling with wings in plummeting towards their goals ever knowing the skills they inherently possess to utilize their protruding tooth-shaped beak to surgically sever the cord of the animal in one swift motion during the timely meeting of talon and prey, mid-air, during their own courageous free fall. Their catch being inevitably lifted to spirit with no torture of its own death And in that moment I found respect for the creature, the falcon, my Falcor. And when he came came again I no longer displayed my noise warrior, I sat gently upon the Earth like the falcons heart for it's preys death, and with loving respect, much like the falcons choice of killing, I stilled myself and opened my energies to the falcon and asked but one wish from his highness "Please do not take the mothers or others still feeding their young" and in that moment we had connected and made an agreement... He would show mercy, and I dignity. Falcor came to visit every day. He missed my uniquely hilarious display through the yard. He told me many times he showed just for my so thought clever heroics, and so many times after that conversation when the blues would alert me of his presence I would go into the yard and perform for him. Some days I would dance others I sang always I waved and screamed his name Falcor! However, my favorite was the days he would circle around with me. I in my sundress arms spread out and soaring around the yard, together we flew many times Falcor and I. 

   Our connection was that of more than mere friends. but of two different creatures on the same planet sharing mutual respect, appreciation, and love of flying dance... Dance... dance... Oh how I miss dancing with him... My David... Yes again... My thoughts, my feelings, my emotion, drifted into my head at the times we held one another and danced, sometimes to music, sometimes to the sound of our own hearts beating in unison. Sweetly, crazily. Silly at times I could not hold back the laughter through my tears. It's a strange thing feeling sadness, longing, and remembering Joy's warmth all in the same moment the face wrestles as do the emotions. To look upon someone in a moment such as this you wouldn't know whether to reach for them or turn away. As only one who understands would close their own eyes for a breathless moment before reaching towards any other thought to be had to break the constraints felt trying to stiffen the heart. Like a grandfather clock whose ticked its last tock holds on to that moment in time forever, so had my heart for the love of David, of dance, of innocence and growth. Doing my best to heal any spot that could become dis-eased and rot away the next beat. Medication nor Doctor had the remedy my heart would need. It was somewhere amongst the flow of Frozen time and flaming River bridge between heart space and mind, the Soul I suppose, my bridging gap, the source of my Muchness, my love, my saving Grace... And my David.