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.