Close Encounter

I had a close encounter Just this morning, on my walk, When a bird of prey came swooping down - A falcon or a hawk. Either way, it flew right at me; I saw feathers and a face And it could have quickly grabbed my hat And left without a trace. Instead, it made it to a branch And sat and looked around, While a single startled turkey Strutted, anxious, on the ground. The hawk (or falcon - still not sure) Did not stay very long. It made it to another tree And, though I could be wrong, It likely found a tasty treat And zoomed in for the kill. I’m glad I didn’t see that part (And hope I never will!)