The proud hawk, so endangered and rare, yet so deliciously taken by it's predator.
A predator eaten by it's predator, such irony makes mine self brim with joy such as one bring soothed by a swift yet gentle springs breeze.
Strong and swift it may be, an ever awaken and watchful eye, soaring with it's precise timing, perfect kills and eat.
Watching, wondering, waiting, and spying...Nothing can escape it's grasp...Nothing!
At present shows the sweet irony I feel and taste, like a sword glowing and shinning under the shimmering sun's Ray...The Hunter becomes the Hunted!
Alas, mine brave warrior, fear not cause fear fears you and your enthralling perfection and professional skills of being the allotment of Death.
Now my dear acc