Judgement

A bird, a hawk
That soars above. 
A predator. 
Bound to render judgment.
But careful. 
Without fury,
It pulls it's wing against the wind.
And gently strikes. The earth. The quivering life, dies under the sun,
Nothing is taken for granted.
Death, which always will come,
is respected.

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