It's a good day,
just hangin' around until
those air-borne beasts arrive.
I can't move, can't defend,
but then, why should I?
So I just let them peck
and pick out my guts.
It keeps them alive.
It's great when I'm full,
when empty I am alone.
But I will survive
and continue to serve
if you seed my insides.
agd
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