#WhisperingNature

Drip drop, drip drop
The rain weighs on the leaves
As if to mimic
The cabins dripping eaves

It awakens
The eye of the hawk
A mere hatchling
Who nature once forgot

But the hawkling defies
Deaths persistent quest
To steal the one
Who fell from the nest

The little beast chirps
Loud and strong
Not out of fear
But a triumphant song

Its will to live
Is heard far and wide
And so the water
Acts as its guide

The feathered wanderer
Sets sail 'pon the spring
On just a piece of bark
Placed there by a tree

Pines creak and groan
As the hawkling passes
Applauding its aptitude
For taking on this task

Our bird came upon
A dam of sorts
Watching the water spill
Over its remaining supports

The wind howls
Over the wooden structure
And the baby bird knows
That this is the juncture

From this great height
A deadly fall
The creature hears the sound
Of natures call

This is it
Its second chance
It flaps its wings
And takes its stance

It runs, launching,
Lift off, go!
A powerful thrust
From the one we all know

But there's a silence
As the baby bird descends
The forest settles
At this grisly end

But wait!
I hear its song!
Past the forest of yesterday
And to the fields beyond!

It sings with the sound
Of the forest and the rain
The watery stream cheers
The trees hug with a sway

What once was a hawkling
Is now a fierce hawk
Soaring through the forest
Where nature once forgot

So I go back into my cabin
Drip drop, drip drop
And I wait for the next one
To fall from the treetop

© Smellen D'generes