My Game - Poem by Aram Stefanian
Are you ready for a hunt?
Are you clad in harness tight?
Are you willing to attire
Your bay horses in fancy bridles?
I will join the sparrowhawks
You'll become my fair game
Without any bow & arrow
I will grasp you with my talons
And will draw my foul's marrow
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