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The Phantom
From high above the canopy
The signature is clear.
The Phantom makes his presence known
And strikes a chord of fear.
That haunting scream before the storm
Is not a simple chide
And shadows on the ground below
Must scurry quick to hide.
The air is tarnished, thick and gray,
The foliage charred and brown,
But tunnels offer refuge and
The foe cannot be found.
The predawn hours bring a mist
Upon the jungle floor
And soon the black pajama'd ghosts
Will stalk their prey once more.
So high above the canopy
The Phantom lurks again,
And just to add a special touch,
Today he's brought a friend.
They circle in and out of clouds
And watch the jungle floor,
Just hoping that those tunnel ghosts
Will show themselves once more.
Then suddenly the Phantoms dive
Directly towards the ground
Unleashing fury from their wings
With deafening resound.
The air ignites in thermal rage.
There is no place to run.
And for these black pajama'd ghosts;
Life here on Earth is done.
But sunrise brings another day
Upon the jungle floor,
And finds the Phantom lifting off
To hunt his prey once more.
Howard Garrison Yates
July 17, 2000
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