HE sits in quite repose
Scanning the sky with eagle's eyes.
Recalling his first shower
There in river Nile .
Fluctuating sweetly
The befall of the sea
And vocalizing softly
To the stars in the sky
Mingling phiz
And enlarge pupils as
Fingers weaves
Between unison paces of
Hands as to receive the mighty hunters
Cold walks and kind smiles
Tremendously coming in warm
He bubbles and radiate right through
The gathering as lightening caress the sky .
I can see the sun burying his face
For he's too shy to tell
That his light is weak before the face of my gazelle
Magical prayers and banquet of wishes
Caused goosebumps to rise
Like mosi-oa-tunya
Oh! My able triangular red flesh.
Keep this mystical gazelle healthy
For he mean life and what heals therein.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR HUNTERS WISH U MANY MORE YEARS TO COME
# LetThePenBleed
#Yvonne Brown
#Hunters Media House
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