Literature
Sisters of the Hunt
Iole was the first to strike
And nearly far too soon
The rest of us had not yet spied
The traveller in the ruins
But she was bold and she was quick
And it was for the best
His eyes stared down at the muddy ground
Til her talons rent his breast
His startled cry was nectar
And so, like the bees, we swarmed
We striped his flesh, we scraped his eyes,
We drank up all his warmth
And wrapped a handsome present
for our mother, still at home
Keeping watch over the eyrie:
Liver, kidneys, heart and bones
We wheeled and jeered back home
Close as breath and blood we soared
To think that just the day before
We'd reached the edge of war
A few mean scraps