Survival of the Fittest

I gaze up at the pellucid sky
a red tailed hawk is flying high;
it scans for prey, which soon may die ...
rabbits run for your life I want to cry!

I watch transfixed, I am spellbound
and watch it swoop, without a sound, 
perhaps its next meal has been found -
with luck its prey flees underground.

Give Me 8 Lines of Rhyme Poetry Contest

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11/9/19

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Lonna Blodgett

November 16, 2019 at 9:31 PM

Love the words and learned a new one at that. Fun read - took me right there. Lonna

Janis Medders Tobechi

November 13, 2019 at 8:05 AM

Congratulations Jan. Good write. I see the hawks around here and I live on hawk rise.

Anne-Lise Andresen

November 13, 2019 at 6:59 AM

- Congratulations on your great winning poem, Jan :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Line Gauthier

November 13, 2019 at 6:22 AM

Well penned, Jan. Congrats on your win.

Tania Kitchin

November 13, 2019 at 4:58 AM

Jan, congratulations on your placement in the contest, this is beautifully penned with great imagery, you captured how it is to see a hawk in action!

Heidi Sands

November 10, 2019 at 2:12 PM

Excellent poem Jan! I love the hawks, but I love rabbits too :)

Arturo Michael

November 10, 2019 at 2:44 AM

This is well done...I like it

Ts Poetry

November 9, 2019 at 7:51 PM

They are beautiful, touching but the law of nature

Ronald D Thompson

November 9, 2019 at 5:12 PM

Great poem Jan. It is a survival of the fittest - so cruel yet necessary. Those the hawk might prey on will no doubt have their own prey. An excellent read. Good luck in the contest. Best wishes...Ron x