No Games – a poem

No Games

 

The eagle plays no games

As she soars on the winds

Life is quite simple:

To eat or to starve;

To mate or to perish.

She takes what she finds.

Her skill is all that informs her survival.

Her strength determines

Her or a rival.

 

Opher 24.6.2019

 

 

Nature is simple and cruel. There is little intrigue or politics. What you see is what you get. It is simply a battle for survival and to pass on your genes to the next generation. So basic. If you fail you die.

There is also majesty to it. Unlike most of our existence it is completely real. Our civilisation has divorced us from nature. We think we are not subject to the same laws anymore. Our lives aren’t battles for survival. We’ve opted for safety and comfort.

I wonder what we gave up on the way?

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