Swooping, diving, faster than ever,
the darkness engulfs me, this pretty little blur of colors.
Flying back home to that sweet hole in the tree,
the chicks are waiting once again.
Always so frightening, I have never seen so many,
with their scary long legs and no wings at all!
Whooping, exclaiming, pointing at me, only as I come by.
Then I see dinner, there on the grass.
This is the only reason I accept their presence.
Another ball of fluff, laying in the yard.
As I swoop down with ease like the cool summer breeze,
I almost feel sorry.
I pick him up, he seems so helpless,
but now, my chicks will be happy.
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