A Hawk flew over.
Oh, it is OK; he is just looking for lunch.
Times are hard out here on the plains,
Breakfast and lunch are becoming rare things,
But maybe today will be the one.
A Hawk flew over, squawking, it was,
Circling and looking as it passed by,
Oh I do wonder, if steak they would eat,
Or a hot dog cut up on a plate.
A Hawk flew over, what a lovely sight,
But the small ground critters
Did run for their life.
And so it goes day after day.
© TOM (tomWYO@aol.com)
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