Keen-eyed keeper of the skies,
Lord of everything that flies,
There's no way your watchful prey
Will wait to pass the time of day.
Patrolling country, cliff and city,
You were not designed for pity;
Not for you the hurting heart,
You were born a deadly dart.
Nature fashioned hawk and prey
To keep the balance in her way;
Not for you to reason why
One must live and one must die.
M.C.
Your middle stanza makes me think about how only humans can certainly experience the self-pity that comes from the frightening fore-knowledge of the inevitable approach of death.
<Deleted User> (10123)
Mon 2nd Apr 2012 17:55
Patrolling country, cliff and city - alliteration abounds and pigeon pie for the hawk's tea one hopes, ta muchly Nick.
I like. I like the brevity: you say all that is necessary - watchful prey, deadly dart. Great.
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M.C. Newberry
Tue 3rd Apr 2012 15:28
Thanks folks.
Harry - I wonder about the "advantages" of not
being acquainted with the certainty of death -
or is humanity presumptious and animals are just unable to tell us?
But animals aren't saddled wth making wills and paying for funeral plans, lucky devils!