Lake Rodney meet me half-way

trouble certainly came
in the form of a blue winged menace

two figures cast their long shadows
on the lonesome cold ground

one tall and shapely
one small, mouse sized, drinking

blue mist folds his perfectly aerodynamic wings
and plummets

immaculately encapsulating the reason
all mammals fear movement from the skies

just a whoosh of winter air
his body signing
DEATH FROM ABOVE
at bullet speed