WPC: Against the Odds


No call to run or scream or shout
Just because I am about

With pinpoint vision I zero in
On chosen prey I aim to win

Swooping down with talons sharp
Piercing quickly through the heart

Never killing out of greed
Taking only what I need


As Mourning Doves scattered in
all directions, a Sharp-shinned
Hawk, against the odds, managed
to skillfully score a meal.

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