With longing I look
Loyally, devotedly
Waiting patiently
For you to finish breakfast
Clip on my lead, off we go!

Peregrine hunting
Adjusting wings in the air
Tail as a rudder
Eyes sharp as a thousand pins
Faster than a jet it falls.

The coastline of Kent
Shrouded in mist from my view
Water betwixt – dark
With animate, swirling waves
Churning the English Channel.