There are days lately when I hear my anger and it sounds like the hawk flapping his wings
Gaining altitude and waiting, circling, patterned against the afternoon sky
Riding the thermals waiting for prey
Riding the righteous wind of my indignation
Caring little for the world around me
Only focused on what others will never see
I'm waiting on you lazy rabbits
To make your languid movements
So I can grasp you and carry you away
2009 WBA
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