Here: Two squirrels sitting in a tree like best friends Little does one know her life's going to end I am the thing that stalks them,until night. I am the thing that gave them fri-i-i-ight. I am actually a very nice hawk, But if they see me,they are going to treat me like, a tangled,broken lock. I want to be nice , But Mother Nature says "You need a heart as cold as ice." Then she erases my mind, and then she wants me to bring others to the end of their line. I wanted to stop myself in time, but then it was to late. I felt so guilty because I made a very bad mistake. I took my clawed foot, and decapitated the squirrel's head. And when I tried to stop myself, my body ate it instead. I was horrified and then Mother Nature called, "let me tell you something, your ancestors are dead. They were hunters too,correct? Well you are everything like them, monsters that keep you in check." Those lines I wanted to forget. Then I fly away and now I am dying On the ground, glad for my body to never have