My Falcon

My Falcon
Click my Peregrine, fly off high.
Fly off, the dunghill, you blind chicken.
Do not eat meat from the master’s hand.
Damn you, Peregrine!
For the sake of the mountains.
For the sake of the mountain lakes.
For the sake of the karst rocks.
For the sake of the sky.
Click falcon, fly.
Fly high, my Peregrine
Don’t land on the master’s hand.
Don’t listen to the chime of the bells.
Stay away from the hat and the leash.
Fly, spread your wings over the hills.
Observe the stinky coral from above.
Sing freely.
I want to hear your song!
Click my falcon!