Here you go -

Dunno what you think.  Never done the rhyming type poetry and haven't written anything since school so a bit rusty -

Sparrow hawk

An evil eye,

A dip of wing,

Talons grasping,

Death,

And life.

The Skein

A dull winter’s day drawing to a close,

A distant noise, drawing close,

Through the darkening, dreary evening sky,

Geese arriving on the suns last thoughts

Overnight safety sought,

A place of refuge, safety and rest.

The calls billowing through the gloom,

An estuary suddenly filled with life,

Shutting down till morning light.

Cheers

Stoat