Circling over Me by Raymond A. Foss
Above the highway, just to the right of my line on the road four raptors, circling over me I wonder if any of them, or their kin, have ever thought one of us, driving along was lunch, worthy of that dive to try to catch us in their talons and fly off What would their friends say for such a story of the one that got away
September 19, 2007 21:39
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