Big psychotic eyes and vicious beak,
you convey terror to the lesser species.
Feathers askance like a professor's hair,
affected garb in drab shades of tweed.
A countenance resonating superiority
brings fear and obedience to the forest.
The peonage of mice and mute frogs
hear Armageddon in your question.
Who, is all you say. Who will it be?
Shadowy creatures find their burrows.
I alone stand tall in the frightened night.
Unafraid I face your pompous glare.