The bird and its quarry

Striped and slender its form
Silent and patient its stand
Stalking with unnerving calm
Its prey across the land
Measured and discreet its gait
With beady eyes scanning
In rising despair and hate
The dry and scattered leafy pile
Hiding the bird’s quarry
The one that rests in style
Coiled, sleek, satiated, and wary
Reveling after the feast
None of the heron’s eggs spared
The slithery remorseless beast
Its hideout abruptly bared
By a rushing sweeping gale
Inviting a fatal click of the beak
Severing the sly one’s tail
The avenger carries away the rest
A writhing unraveling cord of serpentine trail
All the way to its faraway nest

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