Naturecycle

DEATH IN THE MORNING on her roosting perch a wood pigeon awoke fluttered with a nervous jerk warily searching for sustenance above the peregrine made a fateful entrance a winter harsh & icy cold driven far from its familiar fold seeking food further afield to an urban garden that might increase its yield under a biting wintry sky the short tailed falcon hovered high an efficient killer from above more than a match for pigeon or dove taking its chosen meal t in fligh swooping sudden from a great height the momentum imprinting our window pane,her throat slashed she soon was slain talons sunk deep into the pigeons chest this finicky eater pecked at head & breast the lawn strewn leavings of a ravenous raptor as nature's journal leafs into another chapter Original Year Posted 2007