The Hawk
Bold and proud
Squawks like a siren
Claws sharp like slaughterhouse knives
Flying like a bullet in an eye of a storm
Looking for the defenceless to prey on
But not like the pesky scavenger the
Vultures.
Eyes always moving
Scanning the birched ground
Using the brain as a sonar
fin.
Bold and proud
Squawks like a siren
Claws sharp like slaughterhouse knives
Flying like a bullet in an eye of a storm
Looking for the defenceless to prey on
But not like the pesky scavenger the
Vultures.
Eyes always moving
Scanning the birched ground
Using the brain as a sonar
fin.