Unblinking eye and seeming stone
Scanning the streets from its eyrie throne
Scorching heat where few dare go
Mother and pram in the street below
Hunger-driven primal need
Scour the streets for chance to feed
Reptile launched in a graceful arc
Furiously pumping black blood heart
Remaining few hard flight feathers
Extended out from body of leather
Sweep the sky and pound once more
Baby clasped in a terrible claw
Mother's hopeless anguished screams
Wakes the man in the wall from distant dreams
Rifle loaded and raised to jaundiced eye
Unleashes pointless shots at the sky.
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