Birds of Prey: Goshawk

This goshawk wants to rip your head off.

He’ll fire himself at you like an arrow from a bow.

You are piece of meat to him.

You are his consumeable flesh, his moveable feast.

Your body, your blood, your bones, will be his now.

There’s no trying to outsmart, outrun, or outfox him.

He is too clever for you, he has dialled in your number.

You are Food Item No 1 on his murderous Kill-List.

He sees you, he seers you, he knows where you are.

He is blazing towards you too fierce, too fast.

His razorlit eyes are scouring out your fearfeet.

He’s stripped you, outstripped you,

He’s picked and pinpointed you,

He’s zoomed you to zero,

He’s clocked out your heartbeat.

Its tough. But there it is.

You’re his precious, his prey.

 

I would give up mouse.

I’d stop and I’d cry.

Don’t dare dive for cover.

Blink goodbye, surrender.

This run has just ended

Your life is now over.