Death

Widened wings sweep over the sky Animals cower to hear her cry. She swoops down low to search the ground Tiny creatures scuttle to where they can't be found. But out in the open lay an innocent shrew His life lay ahead of him, but he never knew That the shadow ahead was the end of his life With a shriek like a harsh, broken fife With outstretched talons so bony and hard And beady black eyes, like a gate are they barred A spatter of blood and the tear of lungs Is how tiny lives will end so young.