The old gray-lined hawk

The old gray-lined hawk,
His world is "black" and "white."
No spectral "colors"
Are ever within his sight.
Fine nuance is a stranger,
And diplomacy is not his trait.
A future of perpetual warring—
He finds comfort with this fate^◊.
There's a basis of his being:
Simplicity is transcendent.
But the old gray-lined hawk
    will one day
         fade
             away
Though once, long ago, he was resplendent.


◊ e.g. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nl9YE4G8gcY