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Relentless
The swift swallows swoop relentlessly
At the crow meandering along.
He may be merely searching for food
But it's the lives of fledglings if wrong.
Peeping out over the nest's edges
Are three little heads, curious all,
Wondering why mama and papa
Are not answering their hunger call.
Meanwhile the valiant parents fight on
Hoping to chase away the black one
Knowing that speed their weapon must be
If this dire battle is to be won.
