Its not quite day and not quite night.
The moon and sun stand still.
Red beetles flitter on azure grass.
Tarantulas crawl on the dirt below.
The little green bats fly fast.
This raptor sits with his head held low.
His tail droops down and his eyes look dull.
And then at his side lands a crow.
The crow he swallows the beetles down.
But he turns to look at the shadow raptor.
And then he asks why the frown?
And then raptor says, My life it sucks
Im all alone and my claws
They arent nearly sharp enough.
I couldnt perfect sneak attacks
And oh, my scales
Are not the right shade of black
I have not ever killed a Rex
And Im not the packs alpha male
And then some rambling about sex.
And then the crow he shakes his head.
He breathes a heavy sigh
Repulsed by what was said
And then the crow said, Its not so bad
Your pack still loves you
And your bitchings quite sad.
The greatest hunter you still can be
And what you must understand
Is that the nays all you see.
So quit the complaints right now I say.
Its not so bleak, youll see.
And with that the crow flew away.





