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I SIT AND WAIT FOR MY PREY, PERCHED IN A TREE WAITING TO POUNCE BIRDS CHIRP ALL AROUND, BUGS CLICK THEIR PINCERS BENEATH ME I LISTEN FOR THE SOUNDS OF MY PREY A BREEXE RUSTLES THE LEAVES A FEW ACORNS FALL TO THE FOREST FLOOR THE BREEZE TURNS INTO A LIGHT WIND I AM DISTRACTED BY THE WIND NOW I LISTEN TO THE CRACKLING OF THE LEAVES WATCH THE SWAYING OF THE TREES I AM DISTRACTED BY THE TREE NOISES SO DISTRACTED THAT I DO NOT KNOW I DO NOT REALISE THE SILENCE THAT HAS FALLEN NO MORE BIRDS CHIRPING PINCERS NO LONGER CLICKING IF I HAD NOT BEEN DISTRACTED I WOULD HAVE KNOWN THE SIDES HAVE CHANGED THE HUNTER IS NOW THE HUNTED IT WAS OVER AS FAST AS IT BEGAN A FAST DROP AND SUDDEN STOP LEFT TO DIE I WAIT FOR THE END LISTENING…..LISTENING TO THE WIND IN THE OAKS A BEAUTIFUL SOUND TO ME YET MY GREATEST WEAKNESS MY OWN PERSONAL DOWNFALL LISTENING TO THE WIND IN THE OAKS.
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Nov 25, 2010
Nov 25, 2010 at 5:02 PM UTC
"WIND IN THE OAKS"
I SIT AND WAIT FOR MY PREY, PERCHED IN A TREE WAITING TO POUNCE BIRDS CHIRP ALL AROUND, BUGS CLICK THEIR PINCERS BENEATH ME I LISTEN FOR THE SOUNDS OF MY PREY A BREEXE RUSTLES THE LEAVES A FEW ACORNS FALL TO THE FOREST FLOOR THE BREEZE TURNS INTO A LIGHT WIND I AM DISTRACTED BY THE WIND NOW I LISTEN TO THE CRACKLING OF THE LEAVES WATCH THE SWAYING OF THE TREES I AM DISTRACTED BY THE TREE NOISES SO DISTRACTED THAT I DO NOT KNOW I DO NOT REALISE THE SILENCE THAT HAS FALLEN NO MORE BIRDS CHIRPING PINCERS NO LONGER CLICKING IF I HAD NOT BEEN DISTRACTED I WOULD HAVE KNOWN THE SIDES HAVE CHANGED THE HUNTER IS NOW THE HUNTED IT WAS OVER AS FAST AS IT BEGAN A FAST DROP AND SUDDEN STOP LEFT TO DIE I WAIT FOR THE END LISTENING…..LISTENING TO THE WIND IN THE OAKS A BEAUTIFUL SOUND TO ME YET MY GREATEST WEAKNESS MY OWN PERSONAL DOWNFALL LISTENING TO THE WIND IN THE OAKS.
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bryan-j-powers
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Nov 25, 2010
Nov 25, 2010 at 5:02 PM UTC
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