Ollie Poem by Maureen Pickford

Gimlet eyed and swivel headed
Sitting preening tawny feathers.
Tree's trinket perched amid still night
'Til wisecrack hooting causes fright
To a late straggler in the park
Drunkenly weaving through the dark.

Now Ollie's flying, swooping low,
Snatches an unsuspecting vole.
Decides to tear him off a strip
And eats up all the gooey bits.
Content, replete, back on his perch
Nature's hunter calls off his search!