On my morning walk, I saw a hawk
Crash
down and pin a dove.
Its
steely gaze inspired its blaze
Of
speed from up above.
A
moment’s pause, with bird in claws,
Allowed
a closer look,
Then
off it flew and left my view,
Its
meal not meant to cook.
It’s
Nature’s way that some are prey
And
those with higher ranks
Will
get to feast; for that, at least,
We
offer up our thanks.
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