On the journey down from the clouds.

Through the rain that envelopes like a shroud.

Down towards the tarmac ribbon.

Scanning for the meat feast it provides,

With his unblinking eye small creatures and carrion he can spy.

Armed with a fearsome beak and talons.

He soars above the victim he has chosen.

This will be a day of terror as he swoops down to kill.

Our buzzard population is growing and spreading.

The carriage ways give them a useful source of food.

They can travel down the A14 picking up carrion as they go.

They’ve already reached Bury and Ipswich isn’t far to go.

Huge birds with fifty inches of wing span.

A welcome site for us but not for the small mammals they eat.

Our smaller birds are getting scarcer.

But our biggest get bolder.