Her waxy feathers are glazed with red blood
As she struck down with sleek efficiency
Limp and lifeless...
Limitless she had seemed!
From her throat is pulled a ghostly whisper
Yet more glorious than;
The breathless, frantic squawks
The slow suffocation in darkness ,
the bright-eyed, damp, sickly terror of temporal hell
The savage gleam in those black vacuums,
wolf's wicked snarling mouth not so grotesque
as man, who wears an indifferent smile?
Its bones are groaning, it's hunger dragging
It's weakness runs deep; it dashes and leaps-
Squanders fragile life
Alack, over this cub no-one weeps
but human, hark at the glum trees!
