Reaching out to say hey to a brother flying under the radar, miss ya bro!!!

Under the Radar

An incantation brought me out of my slumber
A quest to find a quiet brother
Flying under the radar, he is lying low in the jungle

By his side outside the mega gorilla mart shop
Stands a moon weasel ready for battle
You can hear his anger slowly start to rumble

Inspiration of words left floating in the days thought
Images of imagination blow in the wind
Leaving a vampire weasel feeling a little humble

Posed for battle, words ready to fly from the pen
I enter the jungle searching for a clue
My quill not understanding words that I mumble  

Come out to play bro, we miss your visions of wealth
Images leaving us wanting more
Without your motivation our words just tumble 

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