unfortunately billy collins couldn't include every wonderful poet who wrote about birds and there ishortage of african-american poets that the selections that are included are admirable indeed, and beautiful. and i've chosen three to read today. this first one is in new york city. on the 65th floor where he wrote advertising copy's, joking about the erratic -- that no purpose other than to make far too many by far too much. he stood one afternoon face-to-face with a falcon that plummeted, and swerved to a halt, wings hovering. and office of computers clicked behind them, blow the silence of the miniature lunchtime crowds and toylike taxis drifting without resolve or the will of others. the bird has been brought in he thought to clean up the city's 30 problems of too many pigeons. pages. it's a higher to beat. still he remained at the tinted glass windows watching how the falcon gave much poised to the air that carried it in its share fall breaking the mayors self reflection of glass office towers. he chided himself. is now the gods come to deliver a messenger, the falcon seemed to wa