Death In The Garden Poem by Phil Soar

The pigeon was startled as it found it's love in pieces
Many years they had shared together, their broods many
But the sparrow hawk was in need of a kill
Its brood needing its father's skill
But now the male stood alone on the garden wall
Lost for now, not yet understanding the impact of death
Not realising the need to move on, or be prey also

The Sparrowhawk and architect of doom
The pigeon a target
Move on before death becomes you too