when the kestrels fly they do it with such ease
hover in the sky on a gentle breeze
such a lovely bird as regal as can be
a hunter in the wild flying wild and free
flying high above looking for there prey
waiting for there food what ever comes there way
like the speed of light they make a mighty swoop
with there mighty talons give a mighty scoop
take there prey away so they can have there fill
a hunter of the sky with lots of hunting skill
living in the wild a master of the sky
i love to watch the kestrels as they flying bye
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jim56 (
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You seem to like birds )
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