The sharp-eyed hawk
Searches for its prey
Zeroes in on a tiny rodent

The twittering mouse skitters
Across the field
Its fur bristling
Alert for danger

The hawk soars
On a puff of warm air
At leisure
Until WHOOSH

Down zooms the predator
Away runs its prey
But too late
The hawk grasps the mouse
Talons biting into its sides

One more life is no longer
The chain is continued
The survival
Of the most cunning
Assured