Unintended Consequence

At night, when all else slumbers,
The Kakapo, he callsfrom the
Core of his groundly hollow
Of low, lonely cleanliness.
Your bodyalone hewants.
Being, concerns him not.
You are buta receptacle.
Areyou ready for him?
Deeply booming now,
Peaceful,he is never,
Immenselystrong,
Loving, almost. But,
Infinitely sad this tale.
Wise the Kakapois not!
And then come the fangs
Profoundly glad for stupid birds
Contented, withthis flightless meal.