Sense Sonnet - Steamer

Missed a Good Meal

We saw and heard the noisy bird
Flying toward us up in the sky.
We grabbed weapons without a word.
Tough to shoot down, but we'd sure try.
One fell down many moons ago,
And dumped out tourists by the bunch.
Into the stew pot on fire low.
Tasty treats for many a lunch.
So at this big bird we took aim,
Shooting arrow and throwing spear.
But alas, gone went the prize game,
Off to where ever is not here.

We watched that big bird fly away.
No civilized stew meat today.