A two legged wheel
With two branching hair-like structure
Skimming round an habitat
Like a prey

An untrained soldier
Shooting in a short distance
So it is with the structure
Which cannot assume a long flight

Crows by dawn
But croaks at twilight
Always wanting to see an o'clock
But twenty-four in a day

Frequently gotten in yuletide
Blood gushed out
Skinned and roasted
Meal is ready.