Upon the cliff side he does wait,
his friend swoops in,
to lure like bait.
Pull the trigger and he does win,
a head explodes, a cry is heard.
A new clip, he must reload,
he looks up
his friend is but a marvelous bird.
Watching proudly as wings shift,
the bird dives in and creates mischief.
Blood is flying, limbs are breaking,
organs strewn across the sand.
The owners are dead, loot for the taking,
repeat the process across the land.
Another cry and a passing breeze,
holds his arm up and looks to his friend.
Almost like an elegant dance,
one done with ease,
he promises treats, seemingly without end.
The wind it changes and he does frown,
two cars pull up and others climb out.
They point to the sky,
the sun has gone down.
What a shame he thinks with a pout,
he must go to sleep,
where he like his companion, too can fly.