Ankyra Sound bird food II

A strong sense of personality had begun to form within the child,
Confident brave and wild
But there was something more in the way they smiled,
Something unreconciled

Walking further from their mother's den than they had the day before,
They refused to let this morning be a bore
Eyes lifting they were met with a sight that should shake a child to their core,
A coyote washed ashore

Curious and almost puzzled they approached with a tilting head,
Provided their first chance to meet the unchewed dead
Sniffing and snuffling they knew that littermates would have fled,
But the wretch could only think 'the birds do need to be fed'

At times they wonder how a canine must taste,
For birds to be so eager that they leave no waste
Eyes flicking back they understand they must make haste,
Take a bite now so as to not be caught red-faced

Canine teeth newly grown,
They sink into a meal all their own