Soaring swooping air rushing round my head.

Sounds of birds in the trees chirping and tweeting

Glimpses of rolling countryside

Climbing till I can see the curve of the earth

Looking down on a world of green

Not seen as glorious country side but as a hunting ground

Into a stoop air rushing past accelerating fast

Focused on the prey keeping them in view speed increasing

Bang talons and beak come into play

Kill it quick and get away don’t linger

Flap and flap to get the lift off to feed the young ones hunger

As the chicks get bigger the workload gets harder

Until the day they fledge and take the leap of faith

Another year another brood

To help the species to survive and thrive

May god bless our sparrow hawk

Who seems as English as the robin?

But with a killers look in his eye

Living the life without compromise making our hearts soar

Knowing he is there