Of Fur, Scales and Feathers

a mouse freely frolics 
         in the sunny meadow;
                 as 'neath the grass slithers,
                          a silent, patient shadow;

a short, smothered squeak,
         then a stiffled struggling;
                  flowers flirt with the breeze
                          with nary an inkling!

then a brown feathery blur
         plummets from the clear sky 
                 with razor-sharp talons,
                           whipping wings, cruel cry;

rips the serpentine shape
         with its cold, crooked beak,
                 then flies off, feeds the young
                           nestled high at the peak!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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