to clue in on the birds' immediate position
he slunk ever so quietly, leaves undisturbed,
as though his ears themselves, from hearing,
would trample upon his quest.
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The musings of a mind. A mind of musings. We as a species put foot to ground, but, more specifically, we as a generation put word to screen. This is just an expression of my youth. Some days I'll express my frustration, others someone else's frustration. Ilya "Red Beard" Nikhamin
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