Sense Sonnet - Pumper

Beauty and the Beak

I was out one day flying high,
When a poacher took his best shot,
Knocking me right out of the sky.
This bald headed eagle was not
Gonna let the bum take the prize.
Badly wounded, I made my way
To a safe place where some good guys
Nursed me back to health, and they
Called me Beauty, building for me
A bionic beak to replace
Mine, that got shot off completely.
Most humans are good as a race.

If I find that poacher, no doubt,
I'm gonna rip his damn throat out.