Pitiless predator, pitiful prey.
It was an awful day, as an owl attempts to rest after an hour of flying
Heretofore to look for a meal to enjoy
Upon seeing a leafless tree in front of a small hut,
The sun couldn't be as bright as the bird's eyes.
For it saw a delicate rat peacefully munching a bite of stolen cheese.
Like a raindrop's pace it flew with a wide-open beak.
Woosh. Woosh. Woosh.
Even the air dances along with its strong wings.
Two eyes glued on the damp ground between green grasses.
Blinded by its desire, the owl's left wing smashed the unnoticed sharp branch.
Pain and imbalance were felt but the bird tried to recover from it
With the thought of catching the rat, that is now running for its own life.
The owl failed. The rat succeeded yet the cheeses was left.
It's now quite disappointing.
Helpless and lying on the silenced grass. A loud step was heard.
The owl was lifted by a hand, as delicate as the rat.
Slowly it was carried inside the small hut, as the girl hummed a lullaby.
She gives treatment to the owl's broken wing
And put it inside a cage.
A four-cornered cage, four times bigger than the owl.
Its beak was fed with numerous meat it cannot name a few.
This is life the owl desired to live, but not inside this kind of place.
Its bright eyes start to wander.
The strong independent owl was gone, now became a vulnerable prey.
Strengthened and weakened. The cycles go on and on
She opened the cage, the owl quietly lies on the ground,
It has forgotten how to fly.
Predator eyes are now weak as pitiful rat
As the owl's eyes landed on the ground, the rat hastily sneaked out,
With a bit of cheese on its tiny mouth.