I'm tired not of the night but the blue sky
feeling like the owl dusk is when I fly
hunger struck hunt by the twilight of dawn
the eye of the storm, I strike in tremendous form
a scout great eye
can try but can't hide
run my prey
time for you to go bye bye
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice written Kelvin. i really enjoyed the good rhyme.