The
sun
was
shining,
when
the
raptors
flew
across
the
sky.
As
blue
as
water
in
the
carribean.
They
flap
and
squawk.
As
they
were
chasing
a
white
pigeon
to
a
mahogany
tree.
They
were
hungry
Like
a
wolf.
And
eager
to
grab
it.
In
certain
might.
Helplessly
it
stood
on
a
branch.
Before
the
tugging
and
tearing,
the
pigeon
got
a
chance
and
escaped....
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