Around the World, They Will Fly For Me

The blue grey of a newly hatched eagle chick has me feeling my wings. They are so soft and never sweet as we presume of all animal babies. We are ignorant to the cruelty that they wish upon every being. It is easier to imagine that they are like me. I watch the pink and orange in the sky at sunset and I check the horizon to see that the sun is free. Maybe a Rubio would rather be a chick going after the sky instead of Republicans who make the size of federalis dirty. He will not release the moon, he will have them BOTH and then command the respect of a black hole in Indiana's justice system. Tick tock goes the clock. See all in vicinity and just know that a full birka is very scary to see publicly. The evil of The Middle Eastern mothers will soon turn their skies to red and their sands to black. Another Arab Spring is in the works. Let us patent small male children today and know that they will be taken away by the SOCIAL WORKER of Jihad, a God beyond the affinity of Allah. Consider the maleable nature of creativity and blame no one else in that zone. DEFINE YOURSELF and never look away from the molten lava of the core. I will not fear. I will always be here, like a deer just grazing on a valley's most succulent berries.