They’ve been around a while
One second they have an inch then they’ve taken a mile
They’ve crept and crawled their way into the places they nested
Never ending list of all the species they’ve bested
They quietly disturb the peace and then they make it bend
Of their insane ability to be unaware and inhumane, they wonder, will it end?
Too many times they’ve looked over and taken what they wanted
With little care, plain disregard, for the lived that they have messed with
Plain hectic
They now decide they’ve wrecked it
Those who were here anyways
Now it’s time for other days
Release the hawk to be free of those pesky little creatures
Even though before we were they were normal features
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