The Hunterís Survival
He clings to the cliffs with crooked claws,
His eyes focused on the lonely moors,
For the moment hunger he ignores,
Not one single prey escapes his beady eye.
He launches light as a lifting lark
And soars in an ever widening ark,
He must eat his fill before itís dark,
The fate of one is already doomed to die.
A leveret leaps in the fading light,
Now on it is fixed the eagles sight,
The young hare oblivious to its plight,
As the raptor falls, a single thought in store.
On the downward dive he gathers speed,
The young hare slowly starts to feed,
Meat is the birdís most urgent need,
And in a flash the victimís life is oíer.
The crushing claws bring quick its end
Against tallons cruel it cannot defend,
Its blood and earth time soon will blend,
Survivals story repeats itself once more.