Gray Predators


Their watchful eyes look around
Over the snowy terrain.
There is not a single living thing
Moving amongst the white powder.
The evergreens peek up
Bringing promises of a greener day.

As they lazily gaze about
Their straining recompenses them.
A small snow hare is hopping about
Only ten feet off, obliious to
Them warming up for a leap.
The hare is buried in the snow.