Eagle Zealot

With my sharp beak I groom my feathered pleats
Poised upon this rocky pillar, patiently
 
When I see an enemy I point my sharp eyes
Hone in on its tail
 
Rodent or serpent
It matters not
 
Operation: VERMIN
 
Then I sail through the atmosphere
Torpedo sharp and straight to my target
 
This is my dharma, nothing personal I simply protect the king's harvest