High in the Tower

The Peregrine watches over the city from the inner-city cliff, surveying the glass and concrete peaks all around. A different perspective on our troubled world. No hunting pigeons today. Hanging on to the stone face of the building and riding out the storm is her priority.

The wind howls around the building like screaming demons demanding entry. Sitting in the lobby far below I hear voices in my head maybe real who knows. This building is alive with noise. Thumps, thuds, creaks and cracks.

These old walls don’t shake. They are too strong for that, built to last of Portland Stone. They can withstand a storm like this. Do they tremble as the air smashes into them? I think they do, like tremors from a faraway earthquake?

I know there are no demons, it is only weather. The phone rings I’m busy for a while forgetting the outside world. The Peregrine still sits defending those inside from the onslaught of evil. She knows she can fight them off. They back down every time with her steely stare. This day will be tiring, long and hard. She thinks briefly of food for her and her young. The pigeons of Leeds had better beware once this battle has been won and the storm abates.

The Peregrine watches over the city from the inner-city cliff, surveying the glass and concrete peaks all around. A different perspective on our troubled world. No hunting pigeons today. Hanging on to the stone face of the building and riding out the storm is her priority.

The wind howls around the building like screaming demons demanding entry. Sitting in the lobby far below I hear voices in my head maybe real who knows. This building is alive with noise. Thumps, thuds, creaks and cracks.

These old walls don’t shake. They are too strong for that, built to last of Portland Stone. They can withstand a storm like this. Do they tremble as the air smashes into them? I think they do, like tremors from a faraway earthquake?

I know there are no demons, it is only weather. The phone rings I’m busy for a while forgetting the outside world. The Peregrine still sits defending those inside from the onslaught of evil. She knows she can fight them off. They back down every time with her steely stare. This day will be tiring, long and hard. She thinks briefly of food for her and her young. The pigeons of Leeds had better beware once this battle has been won and the storm abates.

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