Falcon Wild

Falcon Wild — page 5
should have said more about falcons instead of bowling Why do I always do that If I’d been more interesting maybe they would’ve wanted to visit which could’ve led to a friendship and then to sleepovers with pizza and sharing secrets All the regular things I imagine friends do Stark holds her beak partially open as she shuffles on my gloved hand and I automatically pinch the jesses between between my fingers to keep her from flying off Falconers like to stick with tradition and use old-fashioned old-fashioned words for things I say For example we call this glove I’m wearing to protect me from the talons a gauntlet I point to the other pieces of equipment The leather bracelets on Stark’s legs are called anklets and the thinner leather straps that hang down from the anklets are jesses The legs are the strongest part of the bird I reach for Stark’s hood but my attention strays to the girls The moment the hood is off Stark’s sharp beak sinks into my bare arm just above the glove I yelp in pain and surprise Fighting the same panic that surely courses through Stark’s own body I force myself to calmly gather the jesses between my fingers and go still The worst thing to do is what I want to do scream and shake my arm I am calm I am not afraid I am safety Guilt sticks in my throat as she bates trying to fly away from me The jesses prevent her from leaving my fist She hangs upside down flapping I wait until she pauses and then I swing her upright my jaw clenched I should’ve noticed she was unsure of the crowd I should’ve paid attention 8