14 November – Sparrowhawk’s orders

Drop the leaves,
bare the trees,
reveal my prey to me.
Russet the land,
camouflage my brand,
make me hard to see.
Dim the days,
up the haze,
this is my time to shine.
Autumn weather
is just my feather,
it’s one long dinner time.
Sorry to alarm
but I am here to harm,
it’s how I’m wired you see.
So do be a dear,
don’t let on I’m here
while I’m hunting from your tree.

14 November - Sparrowhawk's orders