life, poetry

Nature is Being


Tre and I observe nature
from our back patio

His eyes veer upward
To the bare branches of a tree

A bird opens its large wings
And flies from one tree to anotherIn unison with the hawk’s flight
A terrifying squeal occurs

The screeches are blood-curdling
The cries for help painful to the ears
Agony for the animal in anguish

I tell myself it must be
A bird from somewhere else
Calling to its mate

The tormented cries continue
And I know for sure
The hawk has captured its meal

Nature is beautiful
Nature is hideous

Nature follows its nature
Nature needs nourishment
Nature doesn’t stop to ask why
Nature knows who and what it is

Nature is beingA squirrel climbs a nearby tree
The furry-tailed creature
Pitter-patters along the sprigs
Using them as pathways
One by one traveling higher
It leaps to the vein where the hawk
Had finally quieted its food

The squirrel stops at the other end
Of the branch which holds the hawk

They face off

But the squirrel is no match
For a bird of prey

Or is it

The nut-hoarder races down the tree’s limb
Lunges and screams at the bird

The hawk expands its wings.

The squirrel is relentless
The hawk squawks and flutters its feathers
Something small drops from its talons
And floats away in another direction

The squirrel leaves
The hawk flies away

Nature is beautiful
Nature is hideous

Nature is being

by L. Virelli



12 thoughts on “Nature is Being”

    1. Thanks, Tyler. I’m glad you liked the poem. I was shocked to see that scene write outside my window, cause I don’t live in the country.


    1. Thank you so much. After I witnessed that scene right in my urban-area back yard, I felt the need to record it in some way. Thanks for checking out my blog. 🙂


  1. I agree with Anneli that everything has to eat. I’ve been watching for my squirrel buddy but haven’t seen him in a couple of days. I wonder if a raven has gotten him, although it could be just the cold as our temperature dropped again.

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    1. Hi Lynette. I knew there was nothing I could do for the prey, but it sounded horrifying. It was nature at its most beautiful and most hideous. It’s the circle of life that’s not always pretty. Thanks for reading my eyewitness poem.

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