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Grey
Picture by Alan L Boles

Squirrel...flies...
Through the air, 
Like...superwoman
In this life and death...
Situation,

Running for her life,
Speedily...jumping
From tree to tree,
Trying to escape
Vicious clutches 
Of the hawk,

Yes...he's...hot on her trail,
And won't give up,

Oh no...she squeaks,
No time to waste
No looking back,

Please...please,
What ever you do
Don't look back,

What are you going to do!!! 
Your babies are home alone,

Faster...faster
She says...to her self,
Faster...

Hunger drives him
Quicker,
And he's not going to stop,
Until he gets his dinner,

But...who will win,
There's a lot at stake...
In this nature game,

I know...
Life is so...unfare,
And poor old grey's
Babies will die,
If she doesn't return home, 
But hawk needs to eat too,
Yes so unfair....

Swooping he ...tries to grab hold,
With his big sharp claws,
Getting closer...and closer 
Very scary...mean and hungry,

Quickly without haste
She hides in a burrow,
Her heart pounding 
Catches her breath,

He hangs around for awhile 
Trying to get at her,
She scratches out at his face,
And he flies away,

Off she goes...on her away,
With food for the babies,

She was fine...this time,
But what will
Tomorrow bring.

Wendy Jae

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