It Is Not A Nice Memory Poem by Francis Duggan

It is not a nice memory with others to share
The painful loud shrieks uttered by a dying hare
Under a starry sky in the faint moonlight
In the mouth of a fox in the dead of the night
When Nature receives she also does give
The hare has to die for the fox for to live
And in Nature the game of life and death between predator and prey
Is played out every night and played out every day
In all parts of the World on land, in sea and in the sky
Between life forms that swim, walk, run, crawl and fly
'Tis a fact in Nature and facts never lie
For one creature to live another has to die
The shrill dying cries of a hare lives in the memory
By dogs or by fox not nice to hear or to see.