The Monarch

The majestic bird of prey, so royal
The hawk; He's committed he's loyal
To himself, his family and his offspring
He's bloodthirsty and will tear at anything.

Smaller birds he tears everyday
Hungry or not, this is his way
The other aves are his subjects; he thinks
Hunts them at will; Blood on his beak stinks.

He's blessed by nature, with powers ultimate
Rules the sky; Everyone else his subordinate
Large wings, hooked beak, strong claws and focussed sight
All these powers assist him, adding to his might.

Hovering over the sky, with no complements
Hunts for his prey; Reptiles, birds and rodents
Never has he failed in his bloody endeavours
Tears off his prey and flesh he savours.

He's the monarch his kingdom lasts long
But he'll also die; for this his prey does long
The prey has no option but to surrender
To the monarch's lightning and his deafening thunder.

His death is awaited by many a prey
His age lasts long but death come may
By the time he dies his offspring is prepared
To take his place; Now he's completely geared.

All the powers now transferred to the descendant
As perfect as on whom he was dependent
So, the danger never ends for all who fly
His majesty is here again to rule the sky.