The
thieves of the same feathers
The
colourful ones sitting on the branch of tree
Singing
all the familiar song
“Let
it be”
The
followers on the ground
They
gather for the crumbs
Watching
up to pick up the tune
“Let
it be”
The
brown hawk watches
A
distance from the group
Crying
out his own song
“I
get no satisfaction!”
The
thieves of the same feathers
They
turn their heads to watch
“Hey
Mr Hawk
It
is your own doing!”
The
brown hawk opens his wings
“Enjoy
your ill-gotten food
The
day will come you will fall
The
black cats are hunting on the ground
By
the time you finish
You
may not have your followers
The
black cats have caught them all
The
juicy meal for once so high”
“Ignore
the brown hawk
He
has no stomach for it
Now
guys let us sing
The
night of the same feathers”
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