Sparrow hawk

here's one I wrote

                                  Something eerie,something wrong

                                   No birds in sight and none in song

                                   Not a stir, not a sound

                                  Feathers laying on the ground

                                                 xxxxxxx

                             Yes my gardens very still

                             Somethings been and made a kill

                            Not a cat as some might say

                            For I know it's a bird of prey

                                      xxxxxxx

                           A sparrowhawk on post nearby

                         Has made a killing from the sky

                        In his claws his victim dead

                        Hidden under wings outspread

                                      xxxxxxx

                   Plucking feathers from his meal

                   A life I know he's had to steal

                 He'll come at spead from anywhere

                  Who he picks he doesn't care

                       xxxxxxxx

            Over hedge so fast and low

           At most his victims never know

          Bird in claw he flies away

         But he'll return another day

                 xxxxxxxxx

         Though sad, I know, while he's around

         My gardens life is very sound.

                Ray

      

         a good laugh is better than a tonic