A Kestrel Came Calling

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A Kestrel came a calling

on a summers Sunday morn

it was on a hunt for squeakers

as its chicks had just been born

A Kestrel came a calling

diving on the roof

pinching the spoils of the locals

attacking with claw and tooth

A Kestrel came a calling

the neighbours wondered why

it was swooping and soaring over all the lawns

and looking for treats to try

A Kestrel came a calling

it sat on the bough of a tree

and you might have guessed, it had a nest

housing small kestrels one, two and three

So, the kestrels they stopped calling

having found themselves a nest

and now living in a tall tree in Salford

A place they like the best