The leftovers

We keep the carcass
They're not interested in that
They want the eggs
From where the birds nest sat

The carcass contained a soul
But now they attack the container of the soul bit by bit
There wasn't enough in the birds wooden bowl
So they eat down to her eyeball pits

Pecking the meat off the carcass bones
Eyeing all the other predators in beware
Stripping down her home
Only for their stomachs they care

They throw away the carcass
And boast to their friends
They leave the rest of the carcass to us
But never visited the bony carcass again