
The Rough Legged Hawk – Soars quite alot;
Coasting o’er grass – Flying so fast;
His colors, sharp – Set him apart;
From other birds – This bird’s no nerd;
His piercing eyes – Help him to find;
Rich rodent meals – Out in the fields;
He’s in the south – For winter months;
But he’ll fly north – Once Spring’s begun;
Glad I caught him – So full of vim.
