Though knowledge of Him is not common,
Yes He is something of a phenomenon,
He is believed in by those,
Whose lives He has touched,
And to them,
His amazing deeds mean much.
He is often in the Amazon Rainforest,
Perched upon a branch,
At the very top of an old kapok tree,
From there,
There is nothing His eyes cannot see.
There are two sides to Him,
He changes faces on a whim,
Depending upon,
What He sees from that limb.
His good side is sweet,
This Him is one of the bestest creatures you could meet,
But rub Him on His bad side,
And you will surely meet,
Death by His beak,
No never again,
Will you rise to your feet.
When bored on His branch,
He will gallivant around,
Going from place to place,
He once found a bad guy and gave chase,
Ending his life,
Then helped out a homeless vagrant to save face.
Flying above you,
Wherever you are,
There is a Bird,
You don’t know it,
He’s invisible,
And has made sure He isn’t heard,
He likes to scope things out,
There’s always someone who can be watched,
Just in case it chances to be you,
You’d be wise to not do anything absurd,
But maybe if harm befalls you,
You’ll get lucky and be rescued by this Bird.
Ha! There’s been an accident,
Along Highway 95,
Help has not even had time yet to arrive,
But here comes judgement,
In the form of a Bird,
The one whose drunken fault it was,
He makes sure to leave him maimed without a word,
The innocent has died,
Secretly He sprinkles them with Living Dust,
To make sure they actually survive.
Jake could be compared to Karma,
The effects of your life affecting you,
No good deed is too virtuous,
No means of ridding evil too immoral,
If He sees something that needs fixing,
He will be there,
It shall be done,
No never has He not been victorious.
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