Two people I know wrote nature poems about ketrels. Despite knowing my views on nature poems, they showed them to me.  I wrote this one:

By Kirby’s rotting flat block greys

where sixties urban dreams decay

against the skyline you might glimpse

by overpass and motorways

a kestrel hovering aimless

Pushed to the edge by man’s advances

or by fate and circumstances

its super strength losing out

undermined by lack of chances

scavenging wherever it can

By Kirby’s flat blocks nature’s loser

often seen near bargain booze

the kestrel with its super strength

but lack of choice of life to choose

scavenging whatever it can