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Sep 2013
Stalking flies like they
were treasured prizes, was the feline.

Following the perp without being overt,
          weaving fleeing, rookie eyes.


©DWE092013
Had these sitting around dusted them off, maybe could have let them age...
Ottar
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Ottar  where you will find me
(where you will find me)   
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