Seeing the Wild

Random poem for the day.

Birds of prey scour the night sky.

Watchful eyes,

watchful eyes.

Whilst looking upon the ground,

they besiege upon the air, their sound.

Watchful eyes,

watchful eyes.

A rodent treks upon the earth,

(watchful eyes)

(watchful eyes)

to find his mate, in labor of birth.

During his journey he'll come to find,

that he won't be home quite on time.

With grace and speed the gray hawk struck,

(focused eyes)

(focused eyes)

removing the rodent from the ground with a pluck.

The rodent screamed, while he thought of his mate,

sitting alone with a child. Too Late.

The hawks family, hungry, literally dying to eat.

The rodent was consumed down to bones and teeth,

and the mother hawk watched, though she provided the feast.

A hard days work, feeding the fledglings.

A father lost, while they sleep in the nesting.

(resting eyes)

(resting eyes)

A mothers heart, not ridden with guilt,

sleeps the night through, in her gray and white quilt.

Reviews

[koty bell]

wow crazy and awesome all at the same time great write man:))