Grey

Grey Picture by Alan L Boles Squirrel...flies... Through the air, Like...superwoman In this life and death... Situation, Running for her life, Speedily...jumping From tree to tree, Trying to escape Vicious clutches Of the hawk, Yes...he's...hot on her trail, And won't give up, Oh no...she squeaks, No time to waste No looking back, Please...please, What ever you do Don't look back, What are you going to do!!! Your babies are home alone, Faster...faster She says...to her self, Faster... Hunger drives him Quicker, And he's not going to stop, Until he gets his dinner, But...who will win, There's a lot at stake... In this nature game, I know... Life is so...unfare, And poor old grey's Babies will die, If she doesn't return home, But hawk needs to eat too, Yes so unfair.... Swooping he ...tries to grab hold, With his big sharp claws, Getting closer...and closer Very scary...mean and hungry, Quickly without haste She hides in a burrow, Her heart pounding Catches her breath, He hangs around for awhile Trying to get at her, She scratches out at his face, And he flies away, Off she goes...on her away, With food for the babies, She was fine...this time, But what will Tomorrow bring. Wendy Jae