A bird takes a wing, spreads it,
preparing for a flight he’ll never return.
Mistake or not, he follows no script,
he minds not if it causes a burn.
He wades through the water,
waiting for his moment to strike.
He lets his eyes do the slaughter,
but soon his teeth will bite.
He once decided to take a flight,
but his wing had faltered in the air.
He was the king of vicious birds’ fights,
and he kn...
