In
July morning
The
hawk lost his claws
He
was put back into his cage
The
freedom once he could
The
Brutus out there
The
hawk didn't see it
They
lived in shadows
Heart
of bad intentions
He
got his fate
The
way he did to others
Now
his own fell on the wayside
The
hawk forgot to attack
Once
he had the opportunity
He
didn't get it on his flight
He
took his time causing him to lose
Into
his cage he would ponder
Maybe
he can plan his move
Without
hindrances he may take it out
With
his own hawks waiting for the strike
He
may get his just desserts
Right
now he lost his claws
In
his cage the curtain slowly closing
He
has to think out fast before it is too late
He
will be just another has been
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