The Cry

A trembling cry preys
upon the unsuspecting matte caves
dark against a silhouetted night.

Ay! To be free!
To be free!

A starved cry,
famished by the oppression
of a silent tongue.

Ay! To be free!
To be free!

The night cowers beneath
the blanket of heavy vibrations, knowing
no soul can hide from a starved hunter.

Ay! To be free!


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