The prey had no chance of survival.
It was not fair,
Natural order can rarely be fair.
The little birds try to put up a fight.
Dive, maneuver, hope for a break;
The end always seems,
But once and a while nature,
Allows for an opportunity.
With the new comes great,
Expectations of yourself,
Define your moment.
It fractures in the deep cold,
Breathe, another chance awaits.
In the early morning cold,
My thoughts are rapid,