Raptors

The raptors squawk instead of talk Across the city bridge Their screeches carry on the wind To ears they want to reach They hop like birds with heads that bob Converging with their friends They compare scraps That they have tapped On gestures they portend A daily dose of basic smack And a hostel is their aim Finding punters to comply Is the object of the game “Try’n to find a hostel To get into tonight” Is the line they use to get the Price of the daily dose that’s right They’re not the same as human folk Who go about their day The raptors are a different kind For whom we ought to pray Think of them as you and me With a different take on life Everyone has their own way To snort the deals of strife