Phil Soar

Gold Star - 51,423 Points (28.06.1952)

Death Of A Buzzard - Poem by Phil Soar

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

Topic(s) of this poem: nature

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 23, 2015

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