Overt over a ***** gusty lake
Soaring high in clear day light sky
Gliding on its wild and wide wings
An eagle forlorn pried for its prey

Fish was its dish in depth to dash
Flawless claws splashed n' clasped
As it veered its virulent eye,
Plunged, pierced n’ plucked its prey

Over to the ground far afield, the stinger
Out for a grand grout of its hunger
Alas, en-route way-laid a high fly vulture ,
Pounced on platter of prey true to its culture
Swarmed n’ hunted the lonely hunter
Till the hapless winger left its hopeless prey

Hunger, the harbinger fluttered its wings
Pulling the strings of life in full swing
What it matters is all that matters
So mean is the means of might to fight