Hunt
I'm tired not of the night but the blue sky
feeling like the owl dusk is when I fly
hunger struck hunt by the twilight of dawn
the eye of the storm, I strike in tremendous form
a scout great eye
can try but can't hide
run my prey
time for you to go bye bye
poem by Kelvin Owusu
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