The squirrel scampers among the soil and seeds
Trying to feed his family. Sizing up his task,
The rodent with the long lagging limb
Scans the ‘scape for discernable danger.
Seeing nothing of note, he trumps along.
Happening upon a particularly plentiful area of nourishment,
He wearily works at digging up the past fall’s fortunes.
Stopping, he samples last season’s morsels. When
Suddenly, a feathered falcon in flight gallantly grasps
The furry family man. He does not fight fate’s clutching claws,
Though he ponders the poverty left for his famished family.
A lesson learned: Do not fight fate, but find faith despite death.
All animals fundamentally follow life’s lesson; Barring burdens of antithetic anomalies.
Humans hold fast for the thought of omnipotent deities, doubting
Him helping the thoughtless, wandering weak. Death’s dire presence presents
Us unique animals amongst nature not with wrestling against all attacking aggressors, but
Beholding helping Hands staying strong in iconic prophetical promises.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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