That's Julian.
He does
stuff.

Martian Waits in a busy bus queue

Bird of prey,
I don’t know its name,
But it has been
Circling
Above our heads for a while now.
Only I have noticed.
I think it’s a kestrel.
I like that name,
It’s different, like me.

Splattering of polite conversation,
All around.
Don’t you think taxes are getting to high?
What will the weather be like tomorrow?
How noisy those little birds are being -
In that bush there.

Eventually , an elderly man
Points a crooked finger to the sky
And announces, to whoever is listening
-    Look, a hawk.
But I correct him,
It’s a kestrel.

The poem is by Shaun Condon, I illustrated it.