By the time you’ve risen – he’s
landed on your garden fence
and is pondering what is hiding in the green
coming up from the ground
king of his tiny domain – his princes are
beckoning – so he’ll swoop on any worm or spider
in sight
returning to his royal nest in the tallest tree and
dining on the spoils from his hunt
Born and Bred in Salford, England - I live a short distance from Old Trafford - Home to Manchester United Football Club. I volunteer at Sale Harriers athletic club and at Imperial War Museum North - where i help as a guide to visitors in the galleries. A blogger, photographer, volunteer and occasional writer. View more posts
The Inkwell