High Flier, Low Diner


Soaring high

In the sky,

What is it,

I spy?

Silly people

Running to and fro

Without a clue

I know.

They race

to their end

where time

stands still.

Never realizing

It is their soul

they kill.

Tis ok

It is fine,

For when they drop

Upon their carcass

I dine.

Hmmm, time

to set a spell,

Looks like dinner

Just fell.

Drat, here comes

The family,

If I don’t get down there,

Nothing will be left

For me.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just for fun.

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