Blood of the Innocent

Thu, 04/18/2013 - 13:18 -- Hakkari

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23805
United States
37° 6' 48.3264" N, 77° 24' 4.824" W

The falcon watches
Death from above, eyes watching
Swoops to take its prey.

The mouse unaware,
Feels the talons in its back,
Screeches and then dies.

The falcon feasts, fills
His beak with innocent blood,
Then flies away fulfilled.

The mice come marching
One by one in many lines,
Only to be killed.

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