The Lion Never Sleeps
The Lion watches its prey
It's the pursued and the pursued
But which is which
As Nature plays
Sometimes the hunter
Becomes the prey
Not knowing that
What is most apparent, Isn't at all.
Until in the final moment
The game is revealed
And the aggressor is
Captured, ending the play.
The nesting osprey
Need feed the hungry mouths
And pursues fish in the still waters
Of the nearby pond.
But neither a fish too large nor too small
Will be selected for the nestling's hungry malls
So the osprey circles overhead
Watching the larger fish pursue the small.
She selects the one
Near the surface for her quick
Descent and snatch
Away from the panicked school
And with a flutter of strong wings
The talons grasp the unsuspecting one
That till the moment was the
One pursuing the ones that flee.
Away she struggles with her catch
Back to the nestlings
Where this fish will add to their growing hunger,
Till they emerge to catch their own.
And the lion never sleeps.
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