The Dark Assassins Poem by Kris Viscardini

In tranquil street, the silent feet
danced lightly round their quarry
their captive fraught did meekly bleat
protesting vainly at their folly

Ruthless, clinically they stabbed
uncaring for the life laid bare
opportunity starkly grabbed
to harry, wound without a care

Poor wretch writhing forlorn and lame
unable to parry heartless thrusts
observers watching but no aid came
instead the fiends pursued their bloody lust

No rival spared to tread the slabs
to eat their food or queer their pitch
the evil tag team aimed their jabs
don't let it live let's kill the bitch

And so the gentle fluffy thing
expired at last an end to pain
no longer would he dream to sing
of life's great chance so cruelly slain

Their murder mission now despatched
the cruel crows reined in their blows
poor pigeon's soul is now detached
the lifeless shell endured so well - God knows