The Hawk and the Mouse

On the mighty oak tree's limb, is where I caught first glimpse of him. And when I got another chance, I quickly took a second glance. Majestically perched and observantly keen, Before I could duck I knew I'd been seen. But surprisingly calm was there he did stay, Until a small shadow started coming his way. He flew with precision and talons spread wide, That poor little creature had nowhere to hide. Too far for my eyes, to see what had been. Between hawk and mouse we know who would win. Written by, Sheri Lynne Evans March 3, 2001