The Hawk

As the hawk swoops down

collecting its prey,

I can't help but to wonder

just what would it say?

Would it say the purpose

was simply just a game?

Or was it for its children,

hungry, still and tame?

But better yet I wonder-

what about that tiny creature?

And just what would it do

with bravery as a feature?

Would it tell about its own children,

afraid and cold in bed?

And how they expect a soon return

and without her will soon be dead?

Would it wish for something better,

someone to stand up and shout,

to tell that hungry hawk

something to think about?

About her own life problems

that she is working through.

How taking her away from it all

is certainly not due.

So now I sit and wonder

as I ponder this sorry sight.

Next time I see a hawk and prey

will I stand up and fight?