Deep, deep in the woods,

A large hawk emerges from a giant spruce tree.

It sails through the air and spots movement.

It tracks the movement hardly making a sound,

And then glides lower over a large grassy plain.

Then it lunges into the tall brown grass.

Like rods of gold.

Suddenly a loud scream is heard-

Then the large hawk carries a dead pheasant

In its large curved black shiny talons

Its eye like a bubble of glass,

Alert for any coyotes out waiting to steal its capture.

It arrives back at the tree

And drops its food on a large thick branch.

The it rips its food open

And begins to eat it with its large knife-like yellow beak.