Common Buzzard

Gulls in the field: pitter-patter feet;
down swoops a buzzard:
"Something good to eat?"

To the left, to the right,
its wary eyes turn:
safe to put its head down;
gulps one worm.

poem © Celia Warren 2011

By the way - the strange texture, I think, is attributable to the need to clean our bathroom window! No clever photoshopping effect - just muck!