Analysis of State of Nature

"I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself."
–D.H. Lawrence

Within some grassland's patchy heath
Of emerald and of springtime sedge,
Where wild grasses grow beneath
A bulging, sloping burrow's edge,—
A prairie dog is grazing free,
Oblivious of all our cares,
And often, as if in some glee,
Just stands and into Nature stares.

The fox might pounce, the eagle vie,
The serpent through the borrows go ...
Still, even if our friend should die,
Our sorrows he will never know!