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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