Parched in a tree,
Watching the prey with glee.
Seeing them scurry and run without limitation,
Makes me pounce without hesitation.
I grasp the prey sqirumining,
Hearing the voice of them worming.
I clench my claws over there body,
I pierce it’s hide,
And my talons get bloody.
It starts shaking with false life, shaking and shaking,
Until it gives in and all the meat is for the taking,
All the death is for the taking.
I parch in a tree to enjoy my feast,
And watch see the sun rising in the east.