Kestral

I have been meaning to write this one for a while. Don't you just love Kestrel's? Though as with much of natures work they are actually not that cute. Not like puppies and kittens and babies, but they are quite stunning and I love them. Sometimes life is not cute and cuddly either and some of us have to toughen up. For the Kestrel, it is quite a kill or be killed world bringing the their young. Our world can be a sink or swim, dog eat dog place too. Be prepared for the unexpected.

Kestrel 

The kestrel; the easiest bird in the heavens to spot

You would have to be half blind to miss one

Not a question to ask, if it is one or is not

Hovering high above in the light of the sun. 

Flying as fast as the blustery wind blows it back

Eyes rigid and still, fixed firm upon his quarry

The perfect poised position to launch an attack

Leaves not a moment for its prey to be sorry. 

Swiftly turning to drop like a stone in the wind

Then stop for a last intent location prey check

In a flash a head from it tiny body form skinned

From high above it was only the tiniest speck. 

This falcon may not even have any hunger

The hunter will add this feed to his stash

He cares not of waste or any do-good monger

A vole presents itself, spare food he’ll cache. 

The killer arcs back to his hovering habit shift

Wings a-flutter no matter how strong the wind

Tail expertly flapping to maintain his perfect lift

Flashing rich browny red ‘til the next meal pinned. 

Hanging effortlessly, head held still as a rock

Amidst the miraculous turmoil of wing-ed prance

Held in place like a pole tethered wind sock

Yet in extraordinary quavering, wavering dance. 

Returns to the previous builders evicted nest

Only then we hear the mate calling cry

“Dinner is served my love” from this mornings test

For larger predators, keeps a watchful eye.