You are the arrow that courses toward its target
To pierce the quarry with cruel geometry
Shall we call that flier a perpetrator
As if it were possible otherwise than to fly and strike

The prey needs the predator as the predator the prey
The raptor’s eye coasts upon the impulsive wind
And skewers the fecund mammal terrified
Who scurries in futile or fortunate flight

You are the agile hawk and you the feckless prey
All play their part in the intricate play
Nobody chooses what or how they are
Shaped by the currents of the world