The
hawk keeps low
He
can't claw it back
He
sees he has nothing
The
empty shell rolling away
He
can't spill his can of worms
When
he claws it open he finds nothing in it
It
is just a note to say “You are out!”
There
is the goodbye
Why
wait hawk?
Where
is your claws?
You
find you lose your coordination
Unless
you know something we don't?
The
hawk flies low
He
is afraid of the sky
He
can't boast what is in the can
He
knows he is out for now
The
bus stop he stands
Looking
for the familiar bus
The
bus never stop for him
The
driver just drives away
He
knows the reason
He
has no clout and power
His
wings is cut
His
claws dented
He
stares at the bus
The
white and red moving away
There
is nothing he could do
He
changes into the hawk
Flying
low feeling blue
The
open space to think
He
is out he knows
If
only he gets it right
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