* Howling Crow Of The Lost Hawk Poem by Inner Whispers

In search for his prey, he fly low
he call his name like of that streams that flow,
many branches he has landed to dropp his annoying howl
awoooooo...! ! he says like a barking fowl!

Many wonder why this hawk crows in desperate insults
why nobody welcomes and accept his faults?
has he not gained confidence in dealing with
things that come before his eyes to practice and live with?

But desperately, he flip low and spread his wings
to and fro to anyone, dropp nonesense comments he brings,
who in this earth can endure his howl so irritating
no one, would want to welcome him in their living.

But patience must be given to this howling hawk
many tried to listen and accepted his unpredictable talk,
befriended him but hey, all efforts were drawn in vain
for he doesn't care, he laugh sarcastically as if he won in slain...

Fly high, howling hawk, over the mountains you should go
lift, flip high, carry your wings, avoid to gain some foe,
life is too short, please use it unselfishly
to be as low level of being hot can't help but will just make you smile bluntly and in pain...

(To a fan. My apology for giving my attention to you. I am but a normal person who is pissed off. Hope you will find your way back home...)