I am a bird of prey,
Knowing only two things: to fly and to feed,
There is not much else to say,
Abiding to a cycle of search, eat and breed,
The same, every day
What more is there that I need?
For humans, it is difficult,
But when there is a war,
They’ve lost, knowing it’s their own fault,
But I continue to soar.
To me, they are no more than meat,
I should be content not to die,
While their corpses are littered in the street,
My own kind flourish in the sky
Surely, they are just like me,
So why am I filled with disgust?
Food, like them, is all I see,
Their next victim is seen in the dust,
Although this is no body,
However, it’s still what they lust.
The human is alive,
Albeit, on their last strand of life,
Someone must take a dive,
So they don’t yet feel the sharp scythe.
If they are as good as dead,
It shouldn’t be left to rot,
We should be fed,
As long as it’s not for nought.
As they drew toward the child,
I feel I want to cradle the thing,
They were so wild,
That something tugged at my heart string.
Every instinct I have installed in my body
I didn’t think this feeling was a possibility,
My very being is the very thing I’m contradicting,
As I flew to she,
And perched my body next to hers, in the warmth under my wing.
I gave the heat,
That no one showed the compassion to,
I gathered our food with my crows feet,
I did whatever I could possibly do.
She had no life nor a name,
She’s only known war and struggle,
It was such a shame,
She didn’t look like food because I was full.
I’m the only one to show any kindness,
The truth is kind of sick,
But better than nothing in this mess,
Everything, like it happened, was too quick.
The disgusted glares of my brothers as they looked over me,
My emotion was not invited by them,
But I couldn’t leave her be,
I would much rather be the one to face the condemn.
They would often taunt me,
However I wouldn’t shake,
Even when they used their long claws to bully,
And then my wings would break.
I would limp to the river,
My spirit still not be crushed,
But my frail body would still shiver,
These moments away from her was the only times I was fussed
It would hurt not having a home,
But watching her age,
Seeing her able to roam,
It was like a book turning another page.
When I saw that she lived for her,
No amount of grief would take away that joy,
Therefore when I left bloody trails further,
I could only play coy.
She began to look over us,
When I was completely wrecked,
She never kicked up a fuss,
It was almost perfect.
But everything changed when the hunters came,
They damaged my beautiful home,
It was such a shame,
That once again I was left to roam.
They burnt the forest,
Killed for sport,
Truly becoming a pest,
Like the ones the fought.
My loathing for them was intolerable,
But she became infatuated with these fools,
Once upon a time her eyes were dull,
but they sparkled upon seeing these animals
She watched them from afar for a long time,
Until those tyrants took her away,
It was really the greatest crime,
And for that they shall pay.
For her I left the place I call home,
Yet she could not do the same,
I was left alone,
Most definitely lame.
By this time the war was long past,
The humans have entered a golden age,
But every other being had to run fast,
Away from the humans rage.
We were not so lucky, not allowed to rest,
We are hunted, running,
Barely alive at best,
We are homeless again — left with nothing.
Many of my brothers since thenhave passed,
I always thought their spirits have been starved,
But as I go past the place I once called home, which will be the last,
I see that they have nests of children, in their spirits are their parents carved.
They scoured for them when push came to shove,
And the truth that I couldn’t see,
Was to provide for the ones that they love.
It has dawned that I’m the one who is pathetic,
They were not monsters — they did what they must,
I felt sick,
Left by myself in the dust.
The humans did what they did not for survival,
But for entertainment,
Just like an animal,
I raised the monster I was sent.
As I flew to find food,
I had no purpose,
So for me to still try to survive was albeit kind of crude,
But I’ve lived for less.
Now that I had nothing, not drive or even energy,
I truly believed this to be my ending,
Until a woman with her resemblance uncanny,
Had approached me, and upon her seeing.
She grabbed her bloodied knife,
And granted me a corpse,
I did what I did best in my life,
And fed of the poor creature as my mind warps.
She patted my head,
And spent time until I could fly,
Said she was glad I wasn’t dead,
And when she parted with me, she did genuinely cry.
Seeing her children and her family,
With her own happiness,
It made me smile and I didn’t know I could be so sappy,
I’m glad, I must confess.
And it was like the beginning, my life on repeat,
She left food out,
Happy, full and complete,
But why did I feel still some doubt?
It got all too familiar when she got ill,
She became skinny once more,
I watched from the windowsill,
When everyone would come through the door.
Unable to walk,
What was left was skin and bones in a pile,
No more could she couldn’t talk,
Or even smile .
They carried out a party upon her death,
Wearing all black,
As I let out a breath,
Watching them crowded as a pack.
They were completely disgusting,
As I felt moisture run down my face,
It was somehow touching,
That I wasn’t, as I always believed, a lost case.
As they screamed and blubbered,
I still watched from the fence,
And joined as they mourned,
Her beautiful existence.
I wasn’t just watching,
As we celebrated her living,
and this day that was fated.
Watching her I let out a cry,
There was still a happy face even in the dirt where she was laid,
Now was the time I could finally say goodbye.
Doing what I couldn’t do those years,
Because of the pity I felt before,
But now as she grew and overcoming those fears,
I devoured begging for more,
Tears that I didn’t think I was capable of still flowed,
It was intoxicating,
I ate and I was full once again in the cold,
I had taken away what was left of her being,
Now it was truly over.