I bring nothing but doom for the creatures that crawl,
They attempt to hide, but to no avail they flee
My good eyesight with their fleeing will brawl,
But as I swoop down upon them, I pity their sons to be.
My wings are a symbol of speed and grace
And when a snake falls upon my sights;
Being a snake-eater, I look upon him in taste.
But as I try to kill him, he seldom fights!