Nothing personal
Snap...snap...snap, The sound of heads being bitten off, Like a pilot lost control of her plane, She spirals out of control, Like a captain lost control of her crew, She gets desperate, Rational thoughts...a distant memory, Hare-brained schemes become the order of the day, Seeking to re-establish her authority, To regain her role as Alpha, All who challenge her must fall, There is no other option. Bang...bang...bang, Shots are fired, Critters run for shelter, One down, two wounded, She looks resolutely upon the carnage, A pinprick of guilt feathers her neck, But even that is pushed aside, This is a war for supremacy, Survival of the fittest, And she will come out victorious.