Bird of Prey

Bird of Prey On Banyon Lake, where waterfowl dwell, The night was tranquil and held no fear. Until came a sound ascended from Hell. I heard a menacing cry as I drew near. Upon the shore no wave did break. No whispers on the wind were heard. Nor was there a splash on the lake. From any waterfowl or roosting bird. The anxious cooing of mated doves Cried out a warning in the ominous dark. They heard the screech from far above, And trilled warning of a hungry hawk. A mother swan, at the edge of the lake, gathered her chicks beneath her wings. It was a time to stay alert and awake. In the face of danger no bird dared sing. The predator hovered high in the sky. I saw her shadow blanket the moon. With yet another shrill, piercing cry, I heard the faint wail of a single loon. There was movement among the reeds. The hunter circled in search of her prey. Her only focus was to fulfill her need Before dark gave way to light of day. Talons lowered, she opened her beak. Again she screamed from great height. Eyes focused on the fish she did seek. Upon her wings, reflected moonlight. Down she plunged with swiftest speed. With keen senses she was able to snare The prize that would sate her needs, And enough to feed her fledgling pair. With a flap of wings she rose in the sky. A fish clutched in the grip of her claws. All the birds were safe. I let out a sigh. Fulfilled was Mother Nature's basic law. A stilt legged egret came out of hiding. Swans craned their necks in a swoon. Doves continued their calls and chiding. A nightingale whistled a joyous tune. On Banyon Lake, where waterfowl dwell, All was peaceful, serene, and still. Upon the water, silver moonbeams fell. The bird of prey had eaten her fill. ** I do not believe in the existence of Hell.