From National Geographic

a mouse frolics in the sunny meadow, 'neath the grass slithers a snaky shadow. a short, smothered squeak, a muffled struggling, flowers flirt with the breeze with nary an inkling. a feathery blur plummets from the sky with razor-sharp talons and a cruel cry. rips the serpent with its cold, crooked beak, then flies off to feed its young nestled at the peak! .