Spectacular Epic Poems no.1 BIRDS-OF-PREY

I have finally got around to showing you the Spectacular Epic Poems!!! I have written so many there will have to be several parts. Spectacular Epic Poems no.2 OTHER BIRDS will come after Getting Started with Bird-Feeding 3.  Please comment on the Poems and give me ideas for new ones. Animal, vegetable, or fungus, but only native British species, and no protists or monerans(bacteria). I do NOT have an electron microscope!!!! This part will show you all of the Birds-of-Prey poems. There will be parts for Trees, Herbaceous Plants, Other Birds,  Beasts-of-Prey, Other Mammals, Insects and Arachnids, Marine Life/Amphibians, Reptiles, and Fungi. I promise you there is that many (more are being written all the time! In fact I am in the middle of one about the Brown Hare right now.) You will get to see every one. Even if I have already put up all of the subject parts and have another poem, I will just plonk it on the end of the next post. By the way, a new damson tree has been found just past the garden centre on Bartons Road. There is heaps of damsons on there so I don't mind telling you about this one. Anyway lets read poems! (Or write for me.)


Golden Eagle

Silently swooping

Suddenly looping

Spotted a partridge

Crouched on the ground.

Fixes her eyesight

Glint in the sun light

Splays out her wingtips

Don’t make a sound.

Partridge not seen her

Soar ever nearer

Got right above it

Ready to dive.

Close in your wings girl

Give it a nice twirl

Shoot through the sunset

Right on your prey.

Fly off with your meat

Now ready to eat

Take to your eaglets

Feel satisfied.

Glide off to your sky

Let out your war cry

You got to kill more

To feed your young.

Effort’s not wasted

Got to be tasted

Eaglets will love you

Their caring mum.

Golden Eagle has been published in Q.Q Press's Quantum Leap poetry magazine (My great-uncle is one of them.) I AM HAPPY!!! I got £12 for 6 (Golden Eagle, Kingfisher, Candle, Gannet, Stoat, and Hound of the Seas) 

Kestrel

I, the Kestrel,

I, the Windhover

Hangs in the air on my silent wings.

I, the Kestrel,

I, the Windhover

Waits in the sky as the Skylark sings.

I the Kestrel,

I, the Windhover

Dives on a vole in the long green grass.

I, the Kestrel, I the Windhover,

Stoops like an arrow and twice as fast.

I, the Kestrel, I the Windhover,

Tears up my prey in my blade-sharp bill.

I, the Kestrel, I the Windhover,

Must rest my wings and for once is still.

(Windhover is the country name for the Kestrel. It comes from the way the Kestrel "hovers" in flight, although it is only resting on a thermal.)

Sparrowhawk

Watching with her staring eyes,

Listening with her hidden ears.

Spots a titmouse in the bush,

Beats her wings with so much power.

Grabs the titmouse with her claws,

That is her, the Sparrowhawk.

Copyright Eleanor Woodcock 2011 and 2012 (AGAIN YOU ARE NOT STEALING MY POEMS!!!!!)

Warblington School is actually a very good place for birds. The courtyard is covered with Hawthorn and Firethorn (Pyracantha) trees. Loads of titmice come to feed there in flocks every day. A resident Sparrowhawk keeps the flock in check! She is an old female who's eyes have darkened to a blood-red colour! Just think, when she fledged, they were creamy-yellow. Check out the www.britishbirds.com  blog post about eye-colour in birds. It is strange but cool! That is it for Birds-of-Prey Poems. THERE WILL BE MORE!!!! I'm going to do a Peregrine and an Osprey poem soon. BYEE!!! Keep watching those birds, keep commenting about them, and keep giving me wildlife-for-poem-subjects suggestions!!!!!