Falcon's day

 This falcon sits on the wall
The brick darkened dull inane

It sits enjoying the rain
It's glare sharp and hard

Looking down into the stockyard
for an easy meal about

One that would run out 
Between the piles and equipment

Unaware something was different
Not noticing the diving bird

The rush of wings unheard
Then it catches it in its mouth

Return to the wall top beady clout
Severing the creature it pounced on

Devouring it into chunks ensconced
And digesting it gloriously down

the pitter patter sounds
all rodents stay hidden

So the appetite grows
Blood in the bitten

The dying mouse and bad weather
Warms the falcon heart under the feathers