Talons. Talents. Fly brotha.
Stylish. Eyes of a pen point writer. pilot.
Writing in the sky reads: follow my lead…
My screech. My battle scream. I hunt snakes & mice with sight so precise.
I take flight- clear the scene…
A feather dipped in black ink is the only thing that I leave.
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