Thriller

I was in the garden tending gladioli and collecting rosehips to make wine When I glanced toward the sky A cold shiver ran down my spine . Hurtling toward me At what seemed a thousand miles per hour Was a sight I never thought to see and I was beguiled by its power . I stood as if I was paralyzed As the peregrine falcon swooped ever near It was as if I had been hypnotised By beauty mixed with fear. I flinched and turned my face away From the injury I expect but Falcon has its tiny prey I stand in awe to pay respect. Into the eyes of a cold blooded killer My frightened blue eyes glance I'm reminded of the scene from thriller When the zombies rise to dance. How effective was that immortal scene When first we watched that DVD Am I awake ? Is this a dream ? Naught with the falcons eyes on me. I know he see's but seems to pay no heed As he pops onto my fence post He nods his head as if to thank me for his feed But though it is my garden, I know he was the host.