"The Heaven of Animals" by U.S. Poet James Dickey

from his book of POETRY Drowning With Others (1962)

can be found in The Poets Laureate Anthology  W.W. Norton

(2010) page 477

Here they are.  The soft eyes open.

If they have lived in a wood 

It is a wood

If they have lived on plains

It is grass rolling

Under their feet forever. 

Having no souls, they have come,

Anyway, beyond their knowing,

Their instincts wholly bloom

And they rise.

The soft eyes open.

To match them, the landscape flowers,

Outdoing, desperately

Outdoing what is required:

The richest wood,

The deepest field.

For some of these,

It could not be the place

It is, without blood.

These hunt, as they have done,

But with claws and teeth grown perfect,

More deadly than they can believe.

They stalk more silently,

And crouch on the limbs of trees,

And their descent

Upon the bright backs of their prey

May take years

In a sovereign floating of joy.

And those that are hunted

Know this as their life,

Their reward: to walk

Under such trees in full knowledge

Of what is in glory above them.

And to feel no fear,

But acceptance, compliance

Fulfilling themselves without pain

At the cycle's center,

They tremble, they walk

Under the tree,

They fall, they are torn,

They rise, they walk again.