Churro

Oh, happy day, that unmistakable brown plumage

As accented by a snow white head and tail

I've seen the Holy Spirit

When I was young, their population had collapsed

To where it felt we'd only know the majesty through photo, prose and lyric

Through drastic conservation efforts and the diligence of fish and wildlife scientists

We've actualized impressive data

So much so that 2016 would discover two such creatures

Nesting in the heart of downtown Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

Two hundred years of absence broken by a brazen pair

Is not to shake a stick at when you actually A-B the numbers

And so it was the PA game commission would install a webcam

With a live feed that would showcase the Avian lovers

You could be sitting in your office feelin' testy

Spilling coffee on a spreadsheet

Thinkin', "Jesus Christ, my life is dismal"

Two seconds later, you could stare into a portal

That reminds you there is more than what your awful 9 to 5 permits you

Like a giant fuckin' eagle

Or I don't know

Maybe Mona Lisa cheesin' from the easel

Or I don't know

Maybe sun beams leakin' through a keyhole

Or I don't know

Eh, I don't know

Oh, Lordy Lou, those unmistakable eight talons

That could surgically remove a spawning salmon from the raging rapids

People think nature is a rainbow or a newborn

Or an ocean or a puppy which denies the gory steak and mashers

You loathe the sight up and expect to see the glory of a wingspan

Over eagly beaks, emerging from an egg a hero

We overlook the fact that while sometimes a cat'll eat a bird

Sometimes a bird'll eat a cat like it's a fuckin' churro

On April 26th, in front a grip of viewers

Tuning in to catch a glimpse of what would usually live in the shadows

There was no way to have predicted honing in on the internet's favorite creature

As reduced to nutritional value

I wonder if some dude was sad because his cat had run away

And thought, "Maybe I'll low these eagles up to feel connected"

Then got to watch his little Fluffy torn to pieces

By the very nature he had sought to ease him through his deep depression

By a giant fuckin' eagle

Or I don't know

Maybe Mona Lisa cheesin' from the easel

Or I don't know

Maybe sun beams leakin' through a keyhole

Or I don't know

Eh, I don't know