Fall of a Harrier

Fall of a Harrier


On the wing in sea-breeze
  Without a flap he glides on,
For a hawk he’s not mean,
  He’s an amiable one

As he comes to the edge
  Of the dune, suddenly,
He has dropped, pulled a wing,
  Fell in there, can you see?

As if shot he fell in,
  But with no sound of guns,
As if scared into hiding,
  But I can’t see no one

For a held breath quiet moment we stare

Then above the dune grass
  He climbs back in the sun,
Was no Harrier killed,
  Though a small crab is done