The buzzards gather —
Noting the last struggle
Of flesh under weather,
Noting the last glance
Of agonized eye
At passing wind
And boundless sky.
A very touching sad poem...short and succinct
a sad poem about witnessing the demise of one of gods beautiful creatures.
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an awesome imagery with an equally awesome understanding of the rhythm of life.
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Noting the last glance Of agonized eye At passing wind And boundless sky. Expressive of the inner struggle. tony
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The prey and the preying bird. The food and the hungry. Death and the agony. Great piece, message, metaphor and allegory
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Life is a struggle for survival. So apt.