i've been to wilderness
i didn't see any faces
but broken big branches
some are attach to trunk
beneath a running crack
must be powerful twister
leaves were torn to pieces
nest strewn all over places
wet black hawk looking at me
i might be too big for her
so quiet now not even breeze
yes, i could hear my breathes
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