[ TSC ] War of the Theropods

  
The world as we know it is ending.  
   
Dark clouds amassing. Birds descending.  
Running helter skelter, everyone taking shelter.  
Mother Nature pushing back the cards dealt to her;  
perhaps playing her own brand of poker with a hand of God.  
   
From Bodega Bay to Cape Cod  
taking America by surprise;  
fowled skies of feathered marauders  
hellbent on pecking out the eyes  
of your sons and daughters.  
   
You can't protect them. You never could.  
Their clipped wings are merely more incentive  
to escape your claustrophobic nest, fly, live . . .  
   
and leave you one way or another for good.