The Raptors

by Duncan Jones

Perched upon a rock
And scanning far across the land
With eagle eyes the hawk
Was locked on every grain of sand

And every leaf, and every blade of grass
And every single ant
For the hawk was in another class
Saw what others simply can’t

Perched high up in a tree
And searching all across the ground
Like a hawk the eagle watched to see
What never could be found

All the hidden and invisible
All the camouflaged and gone
To the eagle this was typical
As if by him it had been drawn

Sailing through the cloudless sky
On outstretched giant wings
Thrived the vulture in the hot and dry
On the hunt for sweet, poor things

All the lost and all the tired
All those weakened by the sun
Until he saw what he desired
And it was time for one more run

And far above the others
Was the falcon ready, set
Of his unliked, distant brothers
He was the faster threat

So he looked around and waited
Unseen, up there, aware
So calm and calculated
Soon diving through the air

Then in the distance, far away
A hare moved unconcerned
And one by one he made their day
And the raptors slowly turned …

There was dancing, dodging, racing
As the hare was put to test
There were outstretched talons chasing
But the hare that day was best

Yes despite the raptors’ effort
He escaped those dangerous four
And the vulture, falcon, eagle, hawk
Were all left feeling poor

Then later in the evening’s cool
When recovered from his foul
Again, the hare moved unconcerned
While toward him swooped the owl

It’s a lesson known forever
Certain as the wolf will howl …
The eyes in the grass are watching
And no one ever sees the owl