Sparrowhawk

An aerial hunter, silent as the breeze,
Searching for prey for his talons to seize,

A high-flying wonder, terror of the skies,
A piercing call echoes as he flies,

Soaring over oceans, through valleys, across hills,
Forever looking, scanning for a kill,

Beak hooked, wings spread,
Talons out, prey as good as dead,

Eyes like searchlights, a diamond of the sky,
Never to falter, never to die,

On the breadth of wind carrying him, he flies so strong,
If you thought he was weak, you were very, very wrong,

Feathery wingtips touch the sky, a predator pure and true,
And if you knew him as well as I do now, he's coming after you.