Ok. So I guess there was this rabbit or some **** you may find cute.
She only had three legs. She was also deaf and mute.

She happened upon a stream one day and decided to get a drink.
She never saw the eagle. There was no time to think.

She didn't die immediately for she was quite the little fighter.
She kicked her legs frantically until she felt a little lighter.

The eagle he flexed his talons and her rib cage he did crush.
As he soared towards the cliff her innards turned to mush.

The eagle feasted well that day upon our little friend.
Let's face the facts our little friend was ****** until the end.

I suppose that's how it goes, in the survival of the fittest.
You can be the prince of speed and still not make the list.

Sometimes it doesn't matter. That's when you do it out of spite.
Rage like Dylan Thomas, against the dying of the light.

For like our friend the rabbit, that hapless little *****.
Kick against that final breath until your final twitch.

**** death. (mic drop, bow, pick up the mic and hope I didn't break it cause it looks expensive and how many millionaire poets do you know?)