The Tragedy of Mickey Mouse

Sensitive, fibre fine probes guide
its skittish pink feet,
Aided by wafting and
shifting aromas of nature, the unkind, to survive.

Above, three stories high and eternally
peering,
Raven and Crow select their prey.
They unfold vast wings, sheer death
covers the sun, soaring down
and plucks the liver, tears it's soft fur away,
Drain the heart of blood.

On the pavement, laid to rest
so vulnerable to the uncaring elements,
Mickey Mouse is found
defiled, soul sickly running
down the raven's gullet.
The crow stares down, waiting for more
and happy to have observed
the death of a star.