“The Balance of Nature”, Thomas Hirata
It hangs so striking, vivid and serene
Upon my featured well-lit bedroom wall,
I know from years of staring at its theme,
Since then I understood: I was appalled.
When first I saw the nature scene, it called
to me; so pure, authentic, numbered print,
I saw a bird (not creatures dead and mauled),
But drama was unfolding, sky was hint.
Alas, it seemed “It fluttered for a moment,
magnificent in its struggle, then wilted
and lay still.” I fixed upon the rodent,
Delusions of a lovely scene were jilted.
As canny as the fox with glaring eyes,
I now see “Goshawk” shedding his disguise.
Painting by John James Audubon, celebrated artist and naturalist.
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