Note: This is about a Bird of Prey hunting and may disturb some people.
His wings burned as he turned, into the sky fire apocalypse
but it was the only way to make it, to the lake
he dove head down, down with wings enfolded
a bullet from the heavens
until crashing, breaking
the surface of the water, talons extended
he was all talons flailing
until he caught it
the last fish on planet Earth.
As he slowly flapped now
to his favorite rock,
he did pray for God
to do a miracle, to create
a new Earth once again,
as he devoured fish flesh
for the last time.
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