SONNET ON SURVIVAL
Beneath the morning sun's soft glare of lights
the tweets of sparrows mix with lone wolf's cry.
The frisky squirrels scamper out of sight
behind tall bushes next to trees near by.
The falcons dart from air, in sudden swoops
on little beasts or birds to take their fill
while mother hens protect their chicks in coops
against their foes, the ones which prey and kill.
The kingdom of the wild in pacts weave quick
through underbrush, escape grey death, their fate,
survive the hunter's snare , his gun or
stick ,
again will meet their doom some other date.
The fittest pick the bones of weak's raw meat
and tired hearts refuse to beat the beat.
Aggie
