Ah, Miss Erica!

Image from Drawing Ten Thousand Birds

Ah, Miss Erica!
My elegant eagle,
soaring so freely
high up in the sky
I lost sight of you
a few times.

Ah, Miss Erica!
My desirous dream bird,
tell me, up in the clouds,
did you lose your sight,
of what happened here
on the ground, this earth?

Ah, Miss Erica!
My proud predator,
covered in crimson blood,
who lost their minds
and dared to take a shot
or seventeen at you?

Ah, Miss Erica!
My battered beast,
brought low to the ground,
not helpless, still proud,
can you see clearly now
what has become of you?