A Hawk Watching Lions
They were a pride of lions, the family down the street,
I watched them from my tree-top perch.
Proud and regal in their ways, they held court daily
with the creatures all about them.
Those who gained their friendship felt the favour
of family loyalties and combined strengths
few could match.
Others felt their fearsome claws
and sharp, carnivore teeth.
I observed them with curious interest
as they lounged and played and hunted their prey.
Then I took to the air and quietly flew away.