Things Poetic

 Cat Eyes dart, flitting around, look for anything, something out of place, whilst smoothing silky, glistening feathers,  twitch as they return, brilliant in the sun tail flitters, voice calls 'Caw'  bright eyes, trying to see everything a ripple of movement catches in the breeze,  lifting as one, all of them rise and head away spooked by the movement below hungry eyes, sharp teeth, whiskers flaring, feet silently pad through the grass missed this time

Shrug That day I walked from my lovely home, along the small roads, onto the wide expanses of fields, just tilled, birds wheeling across the sky, hunting for food in between the clods of earth dipping, diving, down, deep into the soil finding insects, worms and left behind seeds crowing about their finds as I wandered along the verge, stomping down nettles and weeds, just out of control plants that the plough can't reach, and that lets walkers traipse alongside the birds, the deer and the swirling wind I look back at the crow nearest, and it looks back and shrugs nonchalant observing, considering, head turns away, and back, and lets out a 'caw' and lifts off the ground, in a hop landing a few feet further away,  and continues