I looked outside and there I saw
a Cooper's hawk and that was all.
With speckled breast and yellow claw
It gripped my fallen garden wall.
No other bird was to be seen.
A Cooper's hawk and nothing more.
With eye a thousand times more keen
than mine, though I have four.
A sudden turn of its fierce head
with beating wings through space it tore.
Incautious dove in instant dead,
A drift of feathers, nothing more.
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Very clever and creatively written, I enjoyed reading it very much. 10+++