The hawks eye

October 24, 2010
He watches you
Day to day

With his long sharp claws
Waiting to kill

The smell of blood
Swarms the air

The hawk swoops in
For lunch

But nothing good
Down there

Only people walking
Back and forth

The hawk flies to the
Highest of clouds

Waiting for the longest
Of time for something

Something good to

The hawk builds his
And another day is
Yet to come

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