20 APRIL 1944, Page 9

THE KESTREL

I WATCH a kestrel in the sky Hover above the field and think How to that concentrated eye ,The teeming world entire must shrink

Into a single mouse until He stoops to kill.

Yet from that corps; cold as a stone, The ripples ring, the abounding day Goes circling outward, on and on, Oblivious of the bird of prey- Time—that eventually will strike Down all alike.

PATRIC Dtarmsow.