Racer (sketch and poem by me)

Racer is what they call me

They make me fly the streets
I have to be fast so I wont be beat

Flying over city, forest, and rivers
The night is coming and I begin to quiver

Predators looming my wings are tired
Believing it is about time to retire

I try to find a place to rest
I have done all I could and tried my best

Unaware of the danger nearby
My dreams lifted me up to fly

Suddenly weight crashed down upon me
I struggled and twisted trying to get free

I looked up crying at the creature's slitted eyes
I knew that I was going to die

I never got to make it back
Things got dark with a sudden crack

I never mattered to the people who left me all alone
The bets were on who could make it home