The Kestrel Selene
Hovering silently above the sunkissed field
she stalks her prey, tail adjusting movement
then swoops effortlessly towards the unconcealed
Field mouse has no idea, life`s about to sieze
with eyes transfixed, claws outgasped
she swoops down,not a breeze
Her prey is caught,off back to her nest
four newly born chicks await
because food,nutrition is what she does best
P.Beadnall for
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Contest Name INTO THE MOOD OF IMAGERY
Copyright © Paul Beadnall | Year Posted 2011
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