this way, little birdy.

and while the rabbits scatter like the rattle guns

the eagle is shot blind.

since nothing can be heard from up high.

and then the wolves circle another

quivering field of simple chirping feathers

more eagles too young to even fly.

who shouts to the bleeding predator,

"carry the nest into the trees"

as the snap of teeth sends red onto the daisies.

can the bunnies truly know

if the eagle even sees?

the shrieking sounds like cheering

and wolves' howls like battle cries.

while the storm clouds choke down the sun

and the final light of the daisies' tears is shunned,

the bunnies heave up their memories

for the wolves to dissolve brutally

into sad, simple little feathers.