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The Sixth Labor: The Stymphalian Birds Part I

So Heras Wrath did study birds
As creatures flocked in murd'rous herds.
Their habits hero noted well
And learned the lands where beast did dwell.

On man and carrion fowl do feast
And never shirk from any beast.
No matter size or strength it bears
The fowl attack without a care.

And kill their foes in graceless fights
With brazen beaks their flesh they bite.
And pierce there bowels with iron claws
Defying all of nature's laws.

So clever plot the hero hatched
To have the fearsome fowl dispatched.
He took his poison darts and shot
The many beast that roamed the plot.

Of land where birds did nest and live
And mighty feast for fowl he gives.
By laying out the game he caught
With many poison arrows bought.

And birds do spy there fleshy gift
From sky to ground they slowly drift.
To land on carcass neatly layed
In valley made to be their grave.

At flesh the fowl begin to knaw
Then sudden's heard a rasping caw.
The blood by Hydras poison churns
And throat of birds the venom burns.

So many fowl do die that day
Unmourned in field their bodies layed.
But still a mighty host remains
On flesh of men they lay their claim.

Avoiding carcass found in fields
For birds have learn that death they deal.
So many travelers birds attack
In largest groups as morbid packs.

No armor stops their brazen beaks
And havoc creature deftly reap.
On all who're doomed to face their wrath
By crossing creatures unknowing paths.

In guilt the hero looks for way
To lead the dreadful fowl astray.
Then sudden thought does come to mind
To help him solve this deadly bind.

He finds some cork and harvest tree
He'll use to go on killing spree.
And fashions armor made of wood
To make a cover soft but good.

Then goes to face his dreadful foes
Who've brought to mortals many woes.
And fowl do swarm the hero fast
But wooden armor beaks do clasp.

The cork their brazen beaks does hold
And hero slaughters fowls so bold.
So soon the birds are kept to marsh
In lands that's filled with challenge harsh.

And hero weight the ground won't bear
Inside the evil fowls own lair.
So hero looks for way to flush
The fowl from deadly haunted thrush.

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