I Feed Just To Feed the Beast

I set the feed on platforms And my feathered friends feast On thistle and sunflower seeds My heart sings as the lark whistles A tune of pleasure The mockery of the mocking bird Hoots, cackles and whistles away my ears are pleased to listen But something tears the ground with caution Nine lives and a belly of emptiness He slithers up the tree Like a serpant with a wish And his prey lying open in the field I watch this happen like a pin dropping Faster than I can stop He pounces on the meadowlark A beast in my backyard And the cries of pain The cries of terror Are too much for me to bear He whisks the bird away and feeds on his flesh And I feed my friends no more