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Vulture
The vulture lands to pick apart its prey,
Crimson envy lurking as the feathers spray,
Vicious little creature whos eyes roll to black,
Claws rip into flesh as the whip begins to crack,
Crack, whip, crack and let the blood flow free,
Spiteful little vermin that cannot even see,
Cackles as the blood spatters on the ground,
Dry desert wanderer seeking to be found,
Now nothing but a corpse in a sea of sand,
Tried to find its way through the bitter hostile land,
But met with uncertain and possible doom
Waited as the thunder clouds overhead did loom
And the rains came crashing down, a thousand a time
Took to her wings, to find her home sublime
but burnt by the lightning, their perch now destroyed
Destined to fly forever, in this sandy void
No longer will the prey fall foul of your sweet game
You'll never feast upon their flesh, never ever again
And as you lay their dying, rain upon your beak
You'll wish you never touched them, as your end you meet.
