(On encountering a Hawk with its prey)
The Red Hawk’s eyes shot into mine,
As if to touch my mind,
Warning, this death is my necessity,
Let me feast, if you be kind;
The winter’s cold, the hunger’s long,
Like you, I must survive.
You cringe at death, and me condemn,
For a squirrel slain, ah, once your friend.
Pass on from here and go your way,
Death is Life, and Life is Death,
In all of Space and Time.
Go slaughter more your fellow men,
As you are wont to do,
For power, riches, lust and fame,
The many for the few,
But I must kill to live, to be,
So, continue on your wayward path,
But don’t you dare judge me.