Prey! Poem by Dan Reynolds
Prey!
A lonely hawk perused its lot,
wings arched against the breeze.
The vole saw just a tiny dot
He hovered with such ease.
He never tired of this sensation,
sandwiched between cloud and ground.
The purpose filled his contemplation,
to take the quarry, without sound.
The keenest eyes had found their mark
But something had to give.
The hawk had lost the urge to kill
But not the will to live.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/9/2024 2:26:44 AM # 1.0.0.1119
good write, thanks.