Ranger1:

Well, not sure this is what you might want- but blame my Muse...

I am not sure I like it, but here it is:


Sonnet 17/06/04                        CMXIX

Three future hunters rest, almost to sky
At top of pine, and wait for food. They grow,
With busy parents' care, and soon will fly
To winter in a far off land. They show
The cycle of all life: To win their lives
From other's death. In truth, they risk as much,
With such uncertain fate. For now, each thrives,
But balance might at any time life touch.
Can any of us future know, to tell
Our time of ending? Each of us might fall
At any moment: Does wishing all well
Make difference in what occurs at all?
Life's thread is spun, woven, and cut: The hell
We find in soul is what each one might call.