A war I witnessed a few hours back
it happened just before me in a wink
should I call it a war with a tact?
could it be one with a link?
was fought with such force
no gunshots or military around
was a chase and a flight in the course
the battle being mainly in the ground
one flying up and down with a spite
the other running here and there in fear
the flyer caused a flutter without a respite
the runner tried to escape as its life being dear
I stood long with my heart going out to the meek
well, the battle continued for more than an hour
I walked away totally exhausted and felt weak
well, it was a war not between nations as ever
it was a ravenous crow chasing a bony squirrel
with too much of an intensity in the hot afternoon.