Bird Of Prey Poem by Angela Wybrow

I stand on my doorstep with upturned face,
Watching this creature of beauty and grace.
Upon currents of air, he effortlessly rides;
Circling round, he flaps and then glides.

He floats through the air, not making a sound,
Keeping two beady eyes glued to the ground.
Without a doubt, he is among the great kings;
And, panic among the masses, his presence brings.

This regal bird commands such great respect.
On his menu, smaller birds hope they're not next.
With outstretched wings, he glides with great ease,
Cutting like a sharp knife through the chill breeze.

He is a bird full of power and might,
And really makes a majestical sight.
Having investigated fully our piece of the skies,
Off over the rooftops, he soon lazily flies.