St Maurice's High School: Declan Miller



The Hunter

A majestic bird was hunting in my back garden.
it was a tall proud figure with feathered skin.
The slightest bit of noise and the bird would sharply turn it's head in my direction and give an anxious stare.
when it lost interest in me it got back to hunting.
It was silent and still,and then with a quick spear at the fish with his beak,he had his prize.
He flew away a happy Heron with a fish hanging out his mouth,one of my fish.

by Declan Miller