Eleonora's falcon (my poem)
Balancing atop the white poplar
With no leaves left to hide under
On a day when hunters shoot indiscriminately
You remind us of the great heroine
who saw in you more than a prey bird
Balancing atop the white poplar
With no leaves left to hide under
On a day when hunters shoot indiscriminately
You remind us of the great heroine
who saw in you more than a prey bird