Hawks Poem by Tosin Adesokan

It flies, flies and flies 
It goes up, up and up 
It cries, cries and cries 
And never beg for food cup 

It hoots, hoots and hoots 
Just to have it's food 
It moves, moves and moves 
for it to look good. 

They satisfy on what they feed on 
wihout contact the space is enough to fly 
And their lives go on 
They don't lament or cry. 

They feed only on infant chicks 
Search, search and they often walk 
Hawk eat not hawk 
It will never tired or week.