Darn Hawks!

I lost a furry friend today:

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)