Food for thought?...
The silence of wingbeat so absoluteThe lasered stare locked on its prey
The magnificence of feathers find no dispute
as the last of twilight fades away
Beside the edge of a woodland path
Foraging for sustenance to feed its brood
High above is that a screech or a laugh?
The laws of survival are well understood
A master of flight he swoops to kill
Talons spread wide to grip the prey
A certain end as it glides down at will
The unseeing target will not get away
And so life is gone but it still goes on
To watch in awe at this spectacular sight
In the game of survival we are all but a pawn
As death creeps into the shadows of night
Poetry by Liam
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Written on 2024-11-30 at 09:34
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