Hmm... not my usual writing style. So I'm not sure about this.
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Beautiful, Silver, Humongous Birds,
That fly with Thunder in their bellies;
People look up with naked fear,
Then run to pathetic shelters.
Fearfully, they hear the roar,
The thunder clap of coming death;
And for a single moment, all was still,
Then the birds swooped down to claim their kill.
