Paraded are horns and claws
Jaws and hypodermic fangs
Canines and cats with weight or ability
On a planet where size has never been
A perquisite for stealth deadliness
Under the water, you can't breath
But if breath can take you far
The razor sharp teeth and eyes
Are on the watch with other witches of the sea
Filling the void in all stripes and fur
Up in the sky power flapping
Create falcon speed, eagle eyes and magpie desires
A hundred miles and you are with eye range
Two hundred miles means half the speed range
So run not, find family and star in stirs to survive
Stirs that create the whirl wind of fate
Winds never heard or seen by prey living
Where life lives on hunger like in the world today
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