Death In the Afternoon

Carelessly I sat in the sun Without a thought for the morrow Enjoying the garden flowers' scent When a small flutter caused my head to turn And made my joy darken into sorrow Forcing me reflect on what this life meant. Vigilant and ever watchful Stood a falcon atop its prey Stripping a bloodied body with its beak Scattering feathers with each mouthful On what to me had been a serene day Until I chanced to witness a scene so bleak. Our glances they did not truly meet But with gruesome awe I watched him eat.