All you herd was a bang,
So loud that it rang
A puff of feathers left behind.
Still it takes time to let it wind.
That is the mark of a bird,
A bird that never shared a word.
A falcon no less,
With talons that don't bless,
Tell your chicks to stay clear,
But some times it's just mear,
And a chick forgets.
And pays its det,
A bang then puff,
Grass scattered with fluff,
A poor one lost,
A poor one lost.
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