Bendiocarb

Out in the sticks
On a winters day
On the ground a Dear bird lay
One of those beautiful Red Kites who
Circle around as Red Kites do
Expressive Nature
On the wing
Wherever we go
We hear them sing
Round and round
They glide at pace
Looking for dinner
Such amazing grace

On the ground this darling lay
Dead to the world
And so they say
Taking a closer inspection
As to why
This glorious bird fell from the sky
Some shady bastard
Used Bendiocarb
Laid a bait
So we hear
Ugly humans wanton killings
Seemingly because the fear

Their shooting prowess
Their love of game
And so they are murdered
Just the same
Poisoned and left to rot away
Hunters vile specimens
That’s what I say