Hawk
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Ack, here he goes again
A hawk, full-winged, tucked talons, eye staring, rides the thermals
Gliding pirouettes like a ballet dancer's leap mid-air split
Grabbing air and holding it until
The hawk call shreek to unnerve his prey
Staring at the ground for any movement, open eyed
The wide-eyed mouse twitches holding its own
Until the hawk scream
It darts for a hole in the ground
Tucked wings now falling through the air with no resistance
And the violence at the end of the fall
Last second talons grabbing prey wings grabbing air
The mouse's essence is released into the sky
With each powerful wing beat
The hawk has a snack and will soon search again
I wait to hear the wing/hoof beats and then it's too late
Bok antelope licks the water with ears to the air
When the herd darts off it wants to be in the middle and not the back
Ears stuck as high as they could go
The cheetah barely rippling muscles moves through the tall grasses
One cautious paw in front of the other
Bok heads jerk up nervous feet moving
Blur the races as the cheetah and Bok seem to be in mid-air
Front paws spread out claws extended in its leap to the back of the Bok
The cheetah tears the back haunches of the Bok
Blood flowing down the legs as the cheetah's mouth turns red
The Bok gives a last kick before its end
Violence or in their nature - the scorpion knows