One ought admire the noble eagle
with cruel beak
and vicious talon,
whose piercing unrelenting gaze
never fails to locate meat;
whose feathered blades
  are shaped to slice
  through wind
  of carve a breeze
  with gliding grace
  -unless of course
   one is the hare.
You are the hare.
Your hare tongue begs
your hopping gods
for luck
and strength of leg
plus hiding place.