The battle long lost,
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It eyes the predator
Inch closer
Without urgency.
Tattered wings unfold,
And though they try,
They are unable to protect.
A frantic embrace —
As weak as they feel,
Their young are weaker.
Sharp eyes, sharper beaks
Raised to the sky
Answer Death’s calling
With one last desperate,
Deafening cry,
A fate-defying challenge —
If we are to fight
And die today
We will not go down
Alone.