It climbs on thermals high
Hovers in air effortlessly bound
Looks down with ever watchful eye
At tiny specks on the ground
Moving shadow its only give away
Then down it swoops on its prey
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have always loved to watch the kestrel, one of the most beautiful birds we have in england, to watch and swoop on its prey... Thanks for this beautiful poem David 10