Last Chance Summer

- I saw my sparrow hawk one summer back It landed on my wooden platform specially made for him or her last year A chest of creamy fur and a keen black eye. An unusual sighting I ran to my mobile phone and flashed Oh dear first shot messed up. Second shot success as it flew away Excited to see I developed the picture and the bird was not there. How come. Then I noticed the smallest tip of a wing. My bird was lost. Lost against the blur of the leafy bushes as she flew M shaped away. My wife saw it so often I was jealous. My moment had came at last. It came and went in a flash a wasted one. And I have to now wait another summer.