this hawk, wide winged
and swift, swoops
down, his open claws
as sharp as nails,
snatches the life
of a grey mouse from
the ground.
hardly a sound, just
the wings in air.
the quiet movement
of life and death
doing what it does
through the ages,
neither fair
or unfair.
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