Black feathers, fired up claws and beak
Aware of the stench of hapless despair
Hovering and circling, slowly marking time
A grim symbol of approaching death
Patiently waiting, an ominous image midair
All instinct, no malice, no evil intent
What a fearful omen for eyes everywhere
Draining a life, but to survive ---
Knowing everything must die in the end
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