softly screaming

screaming from an empty sky
the hawk descends to outfly its hapless prey
which might decide to flee or hide
but still is doomed to die

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we love the little creatures of the world
we worship their place in nature's scheme
we pray our neighbors will respect the life around us
but when they make a mess we want to scream

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I guess today's my day for screaming,
so well it fits into each tiny poem.
Perhaps a calmer word tomorrow
will help me write about the flowers, fluff, or foam.

As crowded stalks of cattails mark my passage,
brushed aside and shedding fluff to every breeze,
the birds disturbed as I invade their nesting grounds
fly out above the foam as I approach the sea.