Racer (sketch and poem by me)
Racer is what they call me
They make me fly the streets
I have to be fast so I wont be beat
Flying over city, forest, and rivers
The night is coming and I begin to quiver
Predators looming my wings are tired
Believing it is about time to retire
I try to find a place to rest
I have done all I could and tried my best
Unaware of the danger nearby
My dreams lifted me up to fly
Suddenly weight crashed down upon me
I struggled and twisted trying to get free
I looked up crying at the creature's slitted eyes
I knew that I was going to die
I never got to make it back
Things got dark with a sudden crack
I never mattered to the people who left me all alone
The bets were on who could make it home
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