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I serve
To my team

I catch
with my face

I pass
To the floor

I score
Into the net

And yet
I frown
By smiling

And win
By losing

A defeat
Can be a good victory
Its all about sportsmanship
This is some true stuff that happen to me
He circles his prey with wings, spread, hands touching the sky
A focused look,a hunters eye
He plummets, dives, to catch an unsuspecting prey
a minimalist poem about a hawk, my first poem

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