Great things are not done by impulse, but by a series of small things brought together – Vincent Van Gogh

Beyond Reproach

She takes on the wind,

With strong, steel wings,

Claws pulled back in an ugly black snarl.

Impenetrable eyes that petrify

At the speed of light

The wind jumps out of the way

Just in the nick of time.

 

Grimy dagger cuticles dig in,

Deep,

Instantaneous,

Nothingness.

 

She lifts off

In majestic splendor,

Her breast swelling with accomplishment

Dangling her prize, flaunting it,

Daring nature itself to win it back from her.

 

On the humblest perch with a million dollar view,

She throws one last piercing look at the sun,

Then digs in,

Slurps up the brain,

Throws back her head,

And croons sweet wicked music to goodness.

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