Like The Lion Watches Its Prey Poem by Samuel Obono Jr

The Lion watches its prey It's the pursued and the pursued But which is which As Nature plays The game Sometimes the hunter Becomes the prey Not knowing that What is most apparent, Isn't at all. Until in the final moment The game is revealed And the aggressor is Captured, ending the play. The nesting osprey Need feed the hungry mouths And pursues fish in the still waters Of the nearby pond. But neither a fish too large nor too small Will be selected for the nestling's hungry malls So the osprey circles overhead Watching the larger fish pursue the small. She selects the one Near the surface for her quick Descent and snatch Away from the panicked school And with a flutter of strong wings The talons grasp the unsuspecting one That till the moment was the One pursuing the ones that flee. Away she struggles with her catch Back to the nestlings Where this fish will add to their growing hunger, Till they emerge to catch their own. And the lion never sleeps. s