Crying Hawk Poem by Scarlett Irvine

Crying Hawk

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Crying Hawk
Stumbling, before the sun
Never again the wind to lift his hair
Nor the twirling of feathers

The spotted one, with pale face
He means no scorn
Leaving his friend alone
Knelt to the ground

He will soon lay in dust
With folded arms
Weapons upon his breast
Ever at peace

Sunday, March 27, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: imagery
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Antony Theodore 28 April 2018

He will soon lay in dust With folded arms Weapons upon his breast Ever at peace.as symbols of such human beings who are wounded and left alone......... thank u dear Scarlett poetess. tony

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