Death Of A Buzzard Poem by Phil Soar
Death Of A Buzzard
I tried to save the bird of prey
I found it injured on my way
And though I failed, I really tried
A when it passed, I stood and cried
At least the end was then pain free
Not at the hands of an enemy
The Vet was kind and the end was calm
And the bird cradled in my right arm
Friday, October 23, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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