silent forests. underpopulated trees unstoppable army ants pissed-off Killer Bees A hawk flies alone he's seemingly tame his hunting prowess puts the other hunters to shame the carnivores know nothing they see nothing when they stop by woods on snowy evenings the hawk stares down superciliously a smirk on his face he releases a cry that puts the weak in their place then he swoops down everyone wants to vacate but they've heard the cry of the hawk its already too late.
Reason for writing:
a tribute to mr.goldfarb
Birth sign: Aries
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