| Show I JUST FOLKS FOLKS' By Edgar A. A Guest 4 THE HAWK A hawk was In the sky tOday Strange tyrant of the summer air That strikes with terror and despair Its weaker fellow feathered cIa clay In wide aloft he soared A drifter on the pleasant breeze SeekIng whatever he could seizE Which othEr lives could Iii afford A shrill sharp cry or pain I heard The fhE hawk ha was down and UI up again And on the ground was wa murders murder's stain Bird had d destro eda a tel low fellow They tell me this is natures nature's law The stronger on the weaker pre prey And Hawks must get their food that way But tragic was th crime I w. w 0 V |