
I sit alone patiently in a dense early morning fog
waiting for something to poke its head up in a murky bog.
Hunger's a lonely thing I've endured many times before
and I'll sit long enough to find just what I'm looking for.
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"Survival of the fittest" is how this game is to be played
keeping both of your eyes open and favoritism unswayed.
The morning sun rises along with a revolting stagnant air
as afew whippoorwill stand silently watching me prepare.
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Continuing to look on for the next meal to come around
and I'm not picky, even if it's decaying upon the ground.
Life has not always been fair for this acient bird of prey
knowing I will be "Somethings" morning meal someday!
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