A Walk, a Hawk and a Life Lesson taught – a poem
The other day I took a walk
Along the snowy track
A screech I heard, it was a hawk
Chewing on a little snack.
I paused in awe and squinted
At this feathered fellow’s style
The snow and sun, they glinted
And blinded me a while.
As I watched him and his food
It got my mind quite spinning
He did not care and so his mood
Marked an interesting beginning
Of a thought process that started
In my mind, stomach and soul
Because nothing was halfhearted
The hawk devoured as a whole.
The mouse accepted thus his fate
And waved goodbye to me
With his little paws; and straight
He went down like a cuppa tea.
The hawk, satisfied with his day,
Taught me a lot about attention,
I stood there, baffled, in dismay
And thought about my comprehension.
It’s all about focus and being aware
Fully attentive, thorough and fair,
Stop all this nonsense, such as compare
To others, their food and whatever they wear.
And be like the hawk and not like his snack
I resolve to do lesser half-assing
Thus put myself back on the right track
With each new day that is passing.