Treba Sue McCutcheon
Lament Of The Dead - Poem by Treba Sue McCutcheon
Come all ye lovers and gaze upon my grave.
Weep ye hearts desire, see if ye can raise the dead?
For my spirit continually walks among the tombs,
And weeps all the night long.
Bird of the Night She kisses her children good-night
Then stretches her wings out for a midnight flight
Soaring above the clouds abold
She searches for something below
Finding what she needs
She sweeps down upon it to feed
Then takes the rest back to her nest
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