Gorden J.L. Ramel
for you know neither
the day nor the hour.
- Matthew 25:13
Sharp the claws and sharp the bill,
quick the heart and great the skill,
deadly quiet, sitting still.
See the victim, running small,
makes its high-pitched squeaking call.
Note the patience, watch the fall
of the shadow from the wall.
Sharp the ears and sharp the eyes,
quick the moment of surprise;
hunter that mankind thinks wise.
Now! The one that never sings,
passes by on velvet wings,
harsh the message that it brings;
“Death must come to living things!”
Sharp the hunger, sharp the cry,
quick the end for those who die;
Death on silent wings doth fly.
The author of this poem,
Ramel, holds a Master's Degree in Ecology from the University of Exeter
in the United Kingdom.
The poem was recently
published in his
Kindle collection of poems titled
it was published offline in Carillon.
The photograph at the top of the page
was taken by Craig Jones (UK).
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