Behold the eagle soaring, gliding, majestic in his beauty,

With piercing laser eyes he devours the landscape,

Ever seeking his prey.

Fixing on to his victim he turns himself loose

In a terrifying, savage, brutal assault

Clawing his victim into paralysis.

Then, he carries it off to his secret mountain place

Where he rips the hapless creature to shreds,

Swallowing what he likes, spitting out the refuse.

Never sated, he soars again, deceptive in his beauty,

For he is a killer who can only survive by meting out death.

Consider the rat, filthy, scurrying, disgusting in his habits,

His neon eyes shine out in the night piercing the darkness,

Ever seeking his prey.

Fixing on his victim he turns himself loose from the shadows

In a terrifying, savage brutal assault

Gnawing his victim into submission.

Then, he crawls into his secret cave

Where he and his pack rip the hapless victim to shreds,

Swallowing all, for to spit out is simply not rat-like.

Never sated, he retreats with the night.

He must return again tomorrow,

For he is a killer who can only survive by meting out death.

Is life not a paradox?

Could two creatures be more unalike than the eagle and the rat?

The eagle views the rat with disdain and disgust,

Yet the rat sees the same in the eagle,

Who uses ruthless might to pursue and wreak havoc.

Even now the rat confuses the eagle with his mettle,

Clever and elusive, his neon eyes shine out through the darkness,

Avoiding discovery and the sharp, ripping talons of the eagle.

The shadow boxing continues on the rat’s terms, not the eagle’s.

Will the eagle persist and pursue,

Or withdraw to its lofty perch, alone and stoic?

He cannot.

The even greater paradox is that the eagle

Is tortured by rats in his very own nest.

So he must glide, majestic in his beauty,

Devouring the landscape with his piercing glare

And letting himself loose when he fixes on his prey.

Destiny, what does the future hold?

To soar with the eagle or suffer in filth with the rat?