On Seeing A Black Shouldered Kite

Like kite he hang there in the sunlit sky For a few minutes and then in circles fly As he scans the ground below for smaller prey A predator he hunts for his food this way. The dark patch under his wings show when in flight And hovering in the sunlight he looks almost white Still in Wonthaggi an uncommon sight Is this predator known as the black shouldered Kite. Above the rank grass hovering as he fly A bird that's not hard to identify You see the bird the memory with you stay Of dark patch on wings and mostly white and gray. He hovers and see movement down below A mouse between the grass tufts scurry to and fro He drops down for the kill but the mouse gets away Life's never easy for a bird of prey. Up from the grass again the hunter fly And hang there like a small kite in the sky And the same stalking method he repeat As he hovers with tail depressed and dangling feet.