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A new day a new haiku
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Behind those cold eyes No love, no compassion lies Take another guise
Above the stubble Soaring silently swooping Keep my own council
A warning buzzard Ruling over his kingdom With sharp wings and claws
Silently he preys Scouring the secret valley Suddenly he swoops
Great grey buzzard wings Stetch out, swoop and soar above Desolated fields