At dusk today,
I saw in the sky my family;
my MOTHER the dove, on the left,
myself right above,
and my FATHER THE EAGLE
beneath us, with his mighty wings spread,
and talons open and ever so ready to kill.
What a sight,
his eyes are on fire,
and the earth moves to shield herself
from his crushing, and rendering claws;
and I circle above with mother,
calmly watching all of this,
and casually circle down to him, and look up at him;
and then I quietly ask him, what is on for dinner?
As he looks down at me,
and gives me his glaring eye;
he speaks quietly, with forcefulness and then says,
our menu tonight, will give hundreds of millions a fright;
for I hunger, for sinfully filled masses of human flesh,
so its on down we go;
and its a hell of a good show,
as we rip, into all evilly stuffed, and blubbered beings.
Soon we are all covered, in rotting bad blood,
waves of it, causing a flood;
finally, down comes my sweet Mom,
and oh boy, is that raving mad bitch ever hungry!
Michael Darrell Walker