The Lingering Fear Of Hunters By Zotawon D. Titus

Not many have seen a flying eagle

In zoo, its wings are still and clipped

In forest, it’s scarce with a vexen ego

It trades no eaglet and hides no claws

And can go any height to kill with a flip

Jungle is for eagles; so are all its laws

Eagle killing a snake isn’t impunity

It represents a sacred order of sanity

Impunity, the silent variance of insanity

Had rascality license to vilify humanity

Like insanity, they’re a twin evil in society

Jungle kings and forest eagles

Operate at various rough angles

With natural timing without jingles

Saving angles situated in the triangle

With vertex ending beyond the mangos

Mangos, natural and sweet

Are great fruits without wheat

With spicy desert for landlords

Whose right is to evict any tenants

So undesirable to remain occupants

Overstretch attempts to mingle

Would yield empty air as landlord

Sees no gain in yesterday’s waxed ego

To make a choice in today’s tricky world

Paths crossing is no incentive to mingle

Zelensky was an eagle’s tenant

His notices did carry unsettled rent

So his landlord couldn’t really let it go

But he had thought he did not really owe

Landlord’s arrowed demand, a relief sent

Those who encounter eagle

Know the creature is a witty virgule

Picking up prey of choice in a twinkle

Its mighty wings glide with internet eyes

It strikes over waters and from wild skies

Eagles’ flight sends fears in Bassa

Worrying its allies not to land in Gaza

Zoes who’ve studied hunting as hunters

Voiced concerns about hunting eagles

A raw fear haunting eagles’ hunter!