Aug 2016
I've been seeing
That old hawk
In some very strange places.
Feathers askew
Too tired
To fly above the storm
My messenger
Has something to say
But he is too weary
To spill it
Just now
That old hawk
In some very strange places.
Feathers askew
Too tired
To fly above the storm
My messenger
Has something to say
But he is too weary
To spill it
Just now
