The storm

The storm rages
It drives all inside
Banging on their homes
Are heavy hailstones
The hawk is fearful
His family hasn't eaten yet

The storm has passed
A calm sky, the sun up high
The birds chirp in the trees
Gentle and calm, the sea is flat
It has no waves

Quiet as can it can be
The hawk stalks its prey
Cunning and devious
It waits until it's at the pond
Peacefully drinking and calm
It is lunch for the hungry bird