Written after a 10 minute garden visitation by a female sparrowhawk. Stunning - and an eerie quietness as all the other birds kept their heads down.
Lyrics
From a vantage in my garden
Scan her piercing yellow eyes
Casting silence through the hedges
Nothing flutters… nothing flies.
Chorus:
Take the small birds
Take the cute birds
Take the young birds. Take your share.
You are one and they are many
You are hungry… they are there.
Not a flicker in the bushes
Underneath that yellow stare
She will wait and watch and focus
For the chance that brings her there
Chorus x2
She’s the eagle in the mountains
She’s the cheetah on the plain
She’s the marlin in the ocean
She’s a hunter. We’re the same.
Chorus x2
