Some harpy!  This monster, this feathered cruelty!
	A twisted thing of some sick earth, a blight on
bird and human.  A damned animal, bitterly endowed with cancerous
blackened claws, lips like rotting raspberries, breath of
the end of summer.
	From the nest of stubble and sores, from the hanging
lips of the pit come small sounds, the hungry song
of things pink and featherless.