I approach my target with precision.
Child caught mid-tirade pauses.
“Uh oh. Peregrine!” Confused I stop.
“A what?” Another child turns.
“Ms. Peregrine is here.” I shift,
unsure to feel offended. Instead
I stand at watch, unmoving.
“Peregrine! Peregrine!” They screech,
taking off in another direction,
once again ignoring me. I relax
feeling centered in my body.
I am able to set forth as needed,
my brain delighted in the sun.
The words do not bother me
as I feel my soul steadies its wings.
Peregrine, what is that?
Another damn animal.