BIRDS OF PREY
I am the hawk whose cry you hear but I am not in sight out of the sun I swoop with speed to capture my food in flight I am he the golden eagle circling above the sun my eyes cut through morning haze at my prey who bolt and run I am the owl who hunts at night so silently I fly far away from my forest home to return before the sun is high I am the swift marsh harrier none more stealthy than I to catch my prey and eat them before they can utter a cry I am the highlands osprey hunting across the lakes swooping low upon the water big fish are all I take