Cutting through the clouds I soar.

The power of my kind, the destruction they saw.

Breathing heavy but controlled, my leash is sore.

It is not the fear of humans that spurs the war.

But humans are petty and greedy, I abhor.

I burn their stores and they’ll run out of their doors.

Like rodents, they scatter along the floor.

My hunger for the death is like meat to a carnivore.

Beautiful patterns of smoke and debris, I’m sure.