He feels it.

The anger bubbling and turning into molten burning orange-red lava
"I've watched through his eyes,
I've listened through his ears,
and tell you he's the one.
Or at least as close as we're going to get."

He lashes out
And the crow flies from the tree along with the canary
The crow dives down to bark out loud shrieks and peck at him
Whilst the canary attempts to grab the crow to let him have a fighting chance
He is silent as his dark expression terrifies the attackers.

They cannot flee.
Trapped
Everyone is trapped.

There is crying and fire in his head but it cannot simply show.
The troubled, broken dove inside the small yet mighty loris
He sighs.

It’s not time to talk about that right now.
Now,
It’s time to be brave.
Unashamed of who he was born as, he strides forward
Striking down those in his way.