I see him spread open his
beautiful black wings to fly
the wide and open blue
and cloudy dark skies
so high
For when i call upon him
into the end
his spirit is destined to win
for it his black
feathers
that
are his protective
shield with
a rough battle field
that he is destined to clear
his beak is a powerfull tool
used to kill
and fill
with his black sharp eyes give him the
strength & success to feast with his crew
in peace
for he is the keen survivor destined
to survive this rough & vicious lifestyle
This poem is all mine written by GT orignally .