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Feb 2015
He watches,
Scared,
His feathers standing on end,
His beak glinting in the sunshine,
As the space between him and his predator lessons.

The enemy strikes,
but  to his relief,
As now was not his time,
Fortunately that of another of his kind.
Written by
Jane Doe  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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