Chains / Web

Song birds of Spring feed strong birds of prey,

As they dive and swoop towards the birdbath buffett,

And woe to the unwary ungulate wildebeest's breast,

As the lion feasts upon its meaty sinew undressed.

The venus fly trap clenches its cheeky flowers,

'Musca_domestica' dissolves down the hours,

Nearby mutable mushrooms absorb rotting wood,

Its the 'Circle of Life,' so well understood.

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Its the Law of Nature, its a bitch, and unfeeling,

Poor pork chops, bacon, and tenderloin squealing,

The piranha cant hear the feeder fish begging,

They've got no ears against a frenzy of shredding.

The fox and the chicken, the hound and the hare,

The cat and the mouse, the salmon and bear,

A matter of pespective and universally suggested,

Better be the eater, than be the digested.