One giant circular concertina mall

The drone has you in its dispassionate eye

as it flies through the shrinking sky

is freedom but a word on the branded lips,

of  bloated cattle, in a concertina mall?

Its wings bear no feathers, as of yet,

to arrest a  sudden fall

though I heard it carries a parachute

I guess spies are valuable, after all

At least this cows' thoughts are still all his own

as he chews his cud and ponders,

though I guess that once he submit this poem

they are not hidden any longer!