American Kestrels -- Falco sparverius, draw an eye and Eiseley:
'All of the falcon kind, the hard traveling
that for so many years I have seen
go over Hawk Mountain on thousand-mile journeys—
at heart I go with them, but I also travel
with the fluttering Monarch butterflies,
toss on gales lost at sea, or cross the Gulf
with humming birds.
You think this impossible? not with the mind’s eye
the ever widening eye
of the living world, the eye that someday
will see all as one, the eye of the hurricane,
at the heart of the galaxy with the spinning
arms of the suns about it.
Fly falcon, fly Monarch, fly gull
and you in the invisible night-tiger’s eye
going somewhere in reed grass. I am there
paddling softly with you, fly albatross
that sleeps on the Cape Horn winds. We are all
the terrible eye that sees the galaxy,
we make it real.
Without us multiplied, what really exists?
Fly falcon, stare tiger in the night grass,
stare that the universe may find itself living
beyond the immortal fires.' ~ "Fly Falcon" by Loren Eiseley, 1976.