broken wing of an Eagle,
the Hunter shouts as it shoots its shot towards the open spaces of vast Flying Eagles,
peddled its belt like bolted bolt of a nut, in a nutshell a sack of bag to fill up for the day.
Who eats the forbidden meat that eats the cadava?
yet as it crawls with its harmful beauty, others flew in fear.
Deserted, lifeless but alive beyond.
©judaic
J