two worlds

On just an ordinary day
I glimpsed a warrior of old
too fragile for this high speed world
yet somehow still living
and standing guard in the street
over her fallen prey
We of the human race
intent upon missions of inconsequence
rush by oblivious
to this magnificence of the natural world
daring us in our 3000-pound machines
to snatch her kill from her clutching talons
This is her survival
For us in our importance
it is nothing