Better swine, mucked in dirt - miscreant around the block
Better swallow, meant to follow - fly in line with the whole
flock
Weakling calf, time cut in half - Your smell is tracked by
hungry beast
Fowling sprung, The mother’s young - a slithering snake is
soon to feast.
The first bird’s song, went on too long - the fields were
harvested too soon
The fish retreat, back to the deep - And tides are pulled
back by the moon
Stalking low, with movement slow - The teeth and claws
in patient range
One thing is sure, with great allure - The earth is meant
to move with change.