Here at the top of the food chain
it is so easy to forget
that for most creatures
so many waking moments
are eaten up by getting and eating
(or avoiding being eaten).
Gulls do not have poetry
(and certainly there are no crab sonnets)
but I can imagine lions making verse
as they loll about beneath acacia trees,
and we have heard the recorded songs of whales.
It requires leisure,
respite from the struggle,
to turn the mind to hunting images and words.
Time to celebrate life
beyond the living of it,
the getting and the eating
and the avoiding being eaten.