Relaxing in the garden
disturbed by a rustling sound 
On hearing a commotion 
our eyes turn to the ground  

Well disguised and camouflaged 
we spot his brown speckled chest
Stood sturdy, silent and still 
pinning down his latest quest 

A young sparrow is his prey
he’s dining in style tonight 
Noticing our presence  
he swiftly takes off in flight