A squirrel that
often came to visit.
Can't the hawks go
somewhere else?
That's not too much
to ask, is it?
The squirrel would
often sit in our tree
And wait for me to
take it a treat:
Some grapes, some
nuts, some whole wheat bread--
Whatever the little
beggar would eat.
Quite content, he'd chomp away,
Always vigilant and
alert.
He didn't want to be
another
Animal's dinner or
dessert.
Sometimes my little
visitor,
Hoping that I'd give
him more,
Would jauntily
prance up to my house
And stand on the
steps outside my door.
Today the hawks were
in the trees,
On the roofs and in
the sky.
One flew off a while
ago,
Carrying the little
guy.
Couldn't the hawks
just eat rats?
I guess that breaks
some natural rule.
Nature--so grand and
majestic at times--
Can also appear to
be so cruel.
Instead of killing
squirrels, why can't
Hawks--like
vultures--feast on carrion?
Or better yet: why
don't they try
A diet strictly
vegetarian?
-by Bob B (8-30-18)
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