Sense Sonnet - Pumper

American Kestrel

American kestrel am I,
One of the falcon family.
On fine feathered wing I do fly
In search of prey that I may see.
Sharp of eye and talon and beak,
I scan my playground down below.
Tiz like a game of hide and seek.
Flying into headwinds that blow,
I become a predator still,
Awaiting movement of some prey
That I shall then attack and kill,
And eat my bounty - nature's way.

Aloft in the wind I hover.
Prey pray to make it to cover.