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Assessment
It has cemented In my brain Taking root Lingering, loitering Crouching in the shadows Waiting to pounce The next quiet moment -Kel Dayheart
Birds of Prey
The eagle swooped in With its massive wings Casting shadows on the water A call rings out It has its sights set The prey never had a chance A moment of darkness Then it's all over -Kel Dayheart
Contradiction
He is a walking contradiction That walks with sure feet No matter the amounts of stumbles With steady hands to hold Even when they tremble He is an old soul Who still has his youthful grace That continues on Despite his aching feet Despite his tremble -Kel Dayheart
Counting Sheep
I'm a white sheep In the wrong herd I'm a black sheep In a sea of white No matter where I go I will not follow blind Or let myself be forced To go in a direction That I did not choose -Kel Dayheart
Nothing to See
Scanning the area I find Nothing Absolutely nothing It's a bit Anticlimactic -Kel Dayheart
Margins
Lines among the margin Gain the most love As I jot along my ideas With every whim and line Finding its place outside my head -Kel Dayheart
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