Dawn Raider

He comes, swiftly silently,
Through silver-birch,
Then, with a lurch
Lands on garden wall.
(You never hear his fall!)
Then, with a glide,
Paws spread wide,
He lands on the ground
With never a sound.
He scrapes all around
Unearths Autumn’s store
From frost-bound “floor”.
Now on his feet,
One mighty leap
He’s on window sill,
Empty pouches to fill,
With great expertise,
The bird-feeder frees
Of all its nuts!
Then he’s gone…
But only until
Tomorrow’s Dawn!