NATURE CYCLE

The wood pigeon 
       awoke on her roosting perch
fluttered 
       with a nervous jerk

warily searching for sustenance
above 
   the peregrine 
      made a fateful entrance

The winter harsh 
                 &icy cold
driven far 
from its familiar fold
    seeking food 
further afield 
    an urban garden 
         might increase its yield

Under the biting 
                  wintry sky 
the falcon hovered high
an efficient killer
             from above,
more than a match 
        for pigeon or dove

Taking its chosen meal 
in flight
        swooping sudden 
from a great height
its momentum imprinting 
                 our window pane
throat slashed she soon was slain

Talons sunk deep 
        into the pigeons chest 
this finicky eater 
      pecked at head and breast

The lawn strewn leavings 
              of a ravenous raptor
wherde nature's journal 
        leafs another chapter