I Once Saw A Bird Fly

Posted by on July 12, 2011

I once saw a bird fly
Oh, did he fly with pride!
oh, did he fly with pride!
he was the predator,
he was the king

soaring above the clouds he was,
appearing majestic in his stature
looking down on the land he was,
watching his prey skitter-scatter
grinning with a wicked smile he was,
knowing he was the catcher

then, with the fiery passion of a hungry beast,
and the eyes of a blood lusting monger
he swooped down upon his prey
such a force as heaven would obey

clutched in his claws were two
two who had in the moment strayed
Oh, they knew where their doom lay
but the bird, ah! how wickedly he played

playing with his catch he was,
knowing he controlled their fate
abusing them an awful lot he was,
laughing at their pathetic state
pecking at them with his beak he was,
torturingly making them wait
at the moment how proud he was,
controlling everything, in every which way

soaring above the clouds he was,
appearing majestic in his stature
looking down on the land he was,
watching his prey skitter-scatter
grinning with a wicked smile he was,
knowing he was the catcher

then, as he was flying like any other day
suddenly his wings gave out on him
he looked down with a panicking glance
saw his prey as always skitter-scatter
realizing now, what he was seeing wasn’t some chance
they had always been waiting and hoping for this festive dance
the prey knew it was only a matter,
time till they could make of him a decorative platter

falling hard toward the earth he was,
knowing a bed of webs for him await
thinking about his own misery he was,
he was to be tortured like all his prey
crying now miserably in fear he was,
he controlled nothing, nothing in any way

remembering how he had proudly tortured his catch
he couldn’t help but fear for his own death
he was no longer the predator, no more the catcher
all his life he had been played
always thinking he controlled fate
now the one who was the predator, the one who was the king
his majesty could not even control his own wings
Oh, he knew where his doom lay
but fate, ah! how wickedly it had played

I once saw a bird fly
Oh, did he fly with pride!
Oh, did he fly with pride!
he was the predator,
he was the king

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