Time to Dine

Time-to-dine


 

Watching my father die starving
Hurt more than any hunger
Life at the knife edge
Cuts your soul
I never again felt safe
 
Everything that lives eats
Anyone that loves feasts
The fate of a species depends on how it dines
 
My work the food of many worlds
Where others study
I taste
Where many experiment
I sample
Certain flavors so potent
Their aroma kills
 
My last discovery
A furry, funny biped
Fool enough to make us laugh
Till my ship plucked some morsels
That first savor stunned my second heart
And a species learned its fate
 
Fast and ferocious
They waste their green world
I will turn destruction to delectation
Cull them now
 
We will leave a few to breed
Fierce joy to hunt in early morning
Running between blue ocean and sky

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