The Hawk Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The Hawk



Blood was in its,
The hawk
Marking
From the tree,
Taking short flights,
Ready to prey upon.

The woodland bird
Perched somewhere
Ready to dash
And prey upon
With the short flight.

Monday, January 9, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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