A mysterious creature
shines and moves
On the shade bushes...
Noises are listened,
From awkward place,
And made shameless.
These echoes told
Bears ate the birds,
Meanwhile we follow them.
What is the animal?
And what is its name?
There is just one
signal...
Oops, we found “the
gamer”;
It is a dark peacock
That distrust the truth
uncovered.
(Peas... some grains
spreading...
To the chicks by cocky
hands
Of this land.... Pound by
cocks)
Oops... Please, wait a
minute!
The uncle eagle have not
taught
It to write in English?
How can a spy claims
To bring justice to a
“spy”
Who did not write on his
language?
Can we trust on a truth
described
In an incorrect and a
clumsy way
By someone did not take
his mask?
(Leandro Monteiro)
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