SONNET NO 103 HUNGRY HAWKS
The hungry hawk hovered still as stone
On the current of air, eyes shining bright,
Looking for movement on the mass of white,
He saw tracks, to his eyes quite well known.
Some larger creature now exposed did roam,
Weaken by hunger could he really fight
And win and carry off with all his might
That needed meal that before him was shown,
Hunger won, great effort to which he’s prone,
Sent him diving at speed, filled with delight
As the meal came closer now to his sight.
The talons grasped and there was a great moan,
Death was instant a meal then came his way,
He and his mate would live another day.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 31 March 2006