Mere Cognition

The mouse, foraging about, felt a sudden presence.

Never once did it suspect; it thought that it was covered by the grass, unseen.

It thought that it had escaped; the many predators, the heat of brushfires licking at its heels.

It thought it was safe; that it was protected.

It was in that moment, in its hubris in confidence;

That the hawk swooped down from the heavens

And took the mouse for its own.

But the hawk did not consider

It has a Predator in wait for it as well

A Predator that does not sleep, that does not tire

That will wait patiently, forever

For eventually, all roads lead back to Him.

It will not escape the judgment of its maker.

Just like the mouse will not escape the grace and mercy of said same.