Gliding high on outstretched wings
Golden eagle floats upon the wind
Above Scottish Glen, eyes searching
Swaying heather far below, seeking prey.
Nervous hare, nose twitching, ever fearful
Standing on hind legs seeking danger
Not seeing death above on the wing
Feeling safe returns to eating grass.
Eagle folding wings drops to kill
Silent and deadly, talons open to grab.
Hare with talons digging into fur and flesh
Snatched away screaming to be eaten.
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