A scene on high that’s never boring…
hawk with pretty red tail soaring.
It scans an area where rodents abound;
then it hovers as hawk eyes scour the ground.
And if it tires of floating on air,
it perches on a pole and hunts from there.
One or two crows do a raucous fly-by,
but hawk’s high-pitched scream empties the sky.
Most days, it takes no time to rest;
it’s feeding young ones back at the nest.
It’s a wild hunter, fine, fit and able;
it views the ground as its meal-time table.
