Sits shadow raptor upon a hill.
It’s 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
I’m all alone and my claws
They aren’t nearly sharp enough.”

“I couldn’t perfect sneak attacks
And oh, my scales
Are not the right shade of black”

“I have not ever killed a Rex
And I’m not the pack’s 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, “It’s not so bad
Your pack still loves you
And your bitching’s quite sad.”

“The greatest hunter you still can be
And what you must understand
Is that the nay’s all you see.”

“So quit the complaints right now I say.
It’s not so bleak, you’ll see.”
And with that the crow flew away.