Hunted

Running
through
the long grass
under stones

Wind blows
ruffles
white fur
running

Eating
nibbling
yellowed grass

Yellow

Far seeing
short dash
between stones

Black talons
hanging down

Wind whispers
of danger
from above

Running fast
eating mosses
dashes under rocks

Wind howls
through the gaps
between stones
of refuge

Can't stop
must run
there's green grass
by those rocks

Wind rises
to a galeforce
crescendo
bearing the black wings

Eating the grass
nibbling --------

The force 9 gale
easily lifted the
golden eagle from
the summit of Rapaire

Hanging from its talons
the bloodied lifeless form
of a white
mountain hare