The Waiting Game

Today I managed to capture (with a camera) a bird that has become a fairly regular visitor to our garden. I was able to stand just a couple of metres away from the sparrowhawk as he sat in the wood store waiting patiently for the goldfinches to return. This time it was the male and thankfully he was unsuccessful. Yes, I know that they have to eat too, but I’d rather they left the goldfinches.


When I wrote the poem below it was the female who sat waiting, this time under the hedge, and she didn’t go away hungry.

Beauty of no Consequence

A fluster of brown beneath the hedge

catches my eye. I look more closely.

Then, so clearly I see her

stilled into a statue, but with

eyes that drill the March air.


No movement as she stares

defying challenges. But the garden

has emptied. No birds to be seen

except the lifeless bundle pressed

into the grass beneath her feet.


Those eyes are mine-dark black,

ringed with yellow. She quickly

begins plucking feathers from her prey,

gold, black, beauty of no consequence

rejected, tossed away.


A moment of distraction, when I look back.

she’s gone – leaving the garden

with feathers lying in an empty silence.










Author: annedunford

Now fulfilling my ten year old self's ambition to become a writer - it's taken many years and a long,long winding road to get here! After a lifetime spent teaching, making miniature ceramics, returning to teaching and training, I am now indulging in a lifelong ambition to write!

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