Hunted to sieze food

Did it by graceful flight

Quietly, made no sound

Sharp talons extended

Sank in - there before

The grace of this Bird

of Prey it went silently

Into the night, brought

Back to the sanctity of

The nest, the field mouse

Was victimized at the

Hunter's expense, was

The survival of the fittest

Night after night the

Winged hunter flew for

Miles and Miles, oft times

It never ate, then one day

Became a victim of DDT

The Bird of Prey had lived

A short life cycle . . . why?

'2008' RLS