Less likely, that you will die,
The pressure on life forks,
If the clock turn the head, like owls.
Living richer those who do not rise all before,
For the important mission they save power,
In the light of the moon an independent,
Right under her impassive face,
Skirting the pain, the fear of circling,
At the direction of the target, do one and precise flight,
Just know the forest, all the ambush site,
Calculating every detail,
And I hated them, daring rats empty squeals,
Walking along the ground with a gun people aiming note
To the naive fools, they always misunderstanding.
like owls
© Copyright: Иван Земляков, 2017
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