Like Butter

There it is again
A descending mass
of flames
ripping through the
darkened sky
As the woodsman's
tool
splits a log that will
end in embers

finally carried away
by the coastal winds.

There it is again
A cold-blooded set of
fins
tearing their way through
a deeper blue
As the teeth of said
beast
cut through yet another
helpless school

finally ending up as just
another forgotten meal.

There it is again
Another third-party
reference

he hurt himself again...