T-Day Meal, Fresh Caught
On my morning walk, I saw a hawk
Crash down and pin a dove.
Its steely gaze inspired its blaze
Of speed from up above.
A moment’s pause, with bird in claws,
Allowed a closer look,
Then off it flew and left my view,
Its meal not meant to cook.
It’s Nature’s way that some are prey
And those with higher ranks
Will get to feast; for that, at least,
We offer up our thanks.
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