The magnificent wings take flight.
Its beauty captures the sky
The unforgiving guns point towards their competition –
Hatred leaves the gun soaring through the sky,
putting a hole through the beautiful creature as soft as cotton.
The sorrowful eyes of the majestic bird lay still,
Its heart unable to beat anymore.
Voices as detestable as a nightmare leave the forest agitated,
Their bloodcurdling guns as big as their pride following them –
Satisfied with the treacherous deed done.
The forest awaits its next visit.
The air has been left silent,
I listen in hope for someone to come and help
but no one ever does.