when morning sun breaks past the trees
then lights up cold and murky water
when hunger and the constant need
for finding food begins to matter
the thoughts grow steady, cold and stern
sharp eyes look for tiny fish
without a care, with no concern
for being something's tasty dish
some unsuspecting careless prey
will perish on this carefree day
for that is nature's natural way
one thing dies, which guarantees
that one thing lives and that thing sees
tomorrow's sun break past the trees