The Fall of the PAD Poets upon their prey

Ascending the height
with nothing to prove
A flock of PAD poets
Are in sync within groove

They're side by side
and wing to wing
Like eagles in full crave
Downward descending

Upon the April PAD
a poem a day
Swift to their prompts
as swift to their prey

Every word, every prompt
is a meal down the hatch
Licking their chops
What a treat, what a catch

But the splendid eagles
will soon take flight
Come the thirtieth day
And soon ride the night

I thank my fellow poets
for displaying each thought
For a poem a day challenge
For a poem a day fought