The calm settled
Over placid waters,
Waiting on tip-toe For the rustle
To awake and stir,
Feathered creatures
Alert.


Predators lie
In timid wait,
Shrouded by
Shrubbery. Crouching low,
Waiting
Waiting
To prance On the prey.


Death arrives
With a ghastly leap,
Tearing you down
From edge to edge,
Ravishing
Predating
On your
Helpless carcass
As breathless
Timid
You lay.


The soul
Took flight
Like birds
In search of nests,
Over swampy green
Elysian fields
Looking for peace
Even in a world
Yet to be
Caressed by Death.


Nature looked on with eyes
Brimming with tears
Lifeless carcasses
Of Helpless souls
Untimely Yet routinely
Predated
And Preyed
By Death.