The Peregrine
by J. A. Baker
He landed on a post, mettlesome and wild in movement, with the strong wind ruffling the long fleece of feathers on his chest, yellow-rippling like ripe wheat. He rested for a moment, and then dashed forward, sweeping low across a field of kale, driving out woodpigeons. He rose slightly and struck at one of them, reaching for it with his foot, like a goshawk.🏁
Submitted by ColorfulToucans - 06/24/2026
Book Literature 5.35 Ranked
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The Peregrine
by J. A. Baker
He landed on a post, mettlesome and wild in movement, with the strong wind ruffling the long fleece of feathers on his chest, yellow-rippling like ripe wheat. He rested for a moment, and then dashed forward, sweeping low across a field of kale, driving out woodpigeons. He rose slightly and struck at one of them, reaching for it with his foot, like a goshawk.🏁
Submitted by ColorfulToucans - 06/24/2026
Book Literature 5.35 Ranked