Voles scuttling through the reeds
Don’t eat me kestrel they all plead
Hovering above the field in the sky
The predator fixes them with it’s big black eye
Talons poised ready to kill
But they all scarper for the hills
They shoot right down there little holes
And the kestrel misses those tiny voles
Not realising the danger a little mouse feeds
And the kestrel snatches it and its seeds
It flutters up into the nearest tree
And gulps down that fat mouse with glee
But then a greedy buzzard swoops in
And bullies the kestrel, biting its chin
So who is the real evil bad guy?
The buzzard or kestrel?
the vole says with a sigh.
Stratford St Mary Primary School
As I might have mentioned before, the trouble with rhyming poems is that you lose control and miss what you’re trying to say or you get caught up trying to find a ryhme for a word like ‘orange’ - which is impossible! – or you have to mangle the sentence to make things fit. So it’s lovely when someone creates a rhyming poem that avoids all this...
This poem by Thomas rhymes with energy, drive and fun. It really rattles along! And best of all, it’s very much in his own voice – delighted to see everyday words in the poem like ‘scarper’! It tells a great story – a serious story – the circle of life and I love the weary vole’s sigh at the end.