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Through the Eyes of a Hawk

If I could see,
Through the eyes of a hawk,
Would I realize the watching,
Stalking nature?
Or would I see the fear,
Of being found?
For hiding deep down,
Beneath the wings of the predator,
Is the jealousy,
Of the life of the prey.





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