Sunday 12 September 2004

SparrowHawk

Sparrowhawk orange breast and full of zest
Knows what his chicks like best
Watching hungering, tireless
Plucking from the air, morsels helpless
Against mighty claws defenseless
Fluttering feathers: yellow and blue
While in a hole orphaned gapes lessen
Slowly droop, lackluster eyes close
And quietly, another motherless brood dies

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