To a Soaring Hawk


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.