birds clinging upside down
squirrels clowning all around
ferrets standing on their mound
lizards teasing on the ground
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lone eagle up a pine tree
wings spread, staring at me
my tribe line up the dirt road
they are so happy; i undertsood
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burning wood lights the night
dances mimicking eagle's flight
feasting on roasted buffalo meat
we haven't discovered drinks yet
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it's peaceful night indeed
wake up joyful and overfeed
tomorrow we hunt for big fish
broil, boil with yam and berries
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night is so peaceful indeed
waking up contented and fed
chilly wind blowing from east
time to move; deep in the forest
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in the bosom of the twin peaks
cradling virgin forest so thick
nice shelter for the winter wind
perfect for the season to spend
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flight of an eagle smooth
feeling i always suit
closing my eyes to dream
i could see the river's end
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cracking noise from branches
snow filled deep trenches
footsteps seldom heard
peaceful, not sight of a herd
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parch lips, wind blowing
teary eyes. sleep calling
embers flying hungry crying
a sword deep inside cutting
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wind echoes through naked trees
howling fox mourn for lost lunches
squirrel pick on pine cones for seeds
as our longing for food slowly bleeds
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