Haiku Part 3: Prey
They can feel the airMorning becomes a new day
One that all can share
In the open space
Animals live vibrantly
Moving with the pace
Despite many wise
They look right through him
Too enamored by the skies
Inconspicuous
Roving through the field
There, the hunter lies
Salivating prey
Cautiously inching ahead
Approaching his prize
He chooses the weak
Ready to consume his catch
Amid wailing cries
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