Mum Watched Me Like A Hawk
Mum said she was watching me like a hawk -
“What does that look like exactly?” I thought.
She didn’t hang above me in the air…
But she did give me a piercing stare!
And she didn’t give out a mighty screech
While perched upon the kitchen seat
And she didn’t fly up into the skies…
But she did look with stony eyes!
She didn’t give a flutter of her wings
Or any other bird-ish things…
But, when I swiped a piece of cake
That took her all day long to make…
Her eyes narrowed, her anger, roused
Down she swooped,
And on me she
POUNCED!
“What does that look like exactly?” I thought.
She didn’t hang above me in the air…
But she did give me a piercing stare!
And she didn’t give out a mighty screech
While perched upon the kitchen seat
And she didn’t fly up into the skies…
But she did look with stony eyes!
She didn’t give a flutter of her wings
Or any other bird-ish things…
But, when I swiped a piece of cake
That took her all day long to make…
Her eyes narrowed, her anger, roused
Down she swooped,
And on me she
POUNCED!
This poem is copyright (©) Sam Bartle 2026
About the Writer
Sam Bartle
Sam Bartle is a poet from East Yorkshire who writes for both children and adults. His poems have appeared in a range of journals, and his debut collection, Emergent Dreams (Alien Buddha Press, 2024), followed his suite of space poems, The Planetary Ennead (2023). Inspired by nature, language and everyday moments, he enjoys writing playful poems that spark curiosity, laughter and imagination in young readers.
