Is not to understand
The hungry wolf
Prowling at bay
Who, in a nick in time
Bites his prey
Surrender, surrender
Birds of prey
See it all
Little rodents and us all
Down here low
Little living spots
For vultures eagles
Feathers of our ancestors
Who come and pray
And grow old
Without remorse
For the day that comes
Slowly rises
Patience makes life longer
So does wandering
Barefoot, preferably so.
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