21 June 2012
-wrote this when I was 10 (:
There I see here gliding above, Nothing ahead of her but the breeze. It's when the gun shots start to fire That she slowly starts to freeze.
I watch her dive in and out, Threading through the shots, Each and every one missing, Those tiny fatal black dots.
There she is flying ahead, Away from that deadly gun, Now she is flying swiftly, Swiftly towards the sun.
There I watch her gliding above, Nothing ahead of her but the breeze. It's when the hunter ceases fire That she slowly begins to unfreeze.
Hunter • Opuss № I