My Beloved Buzzard Poem by Alex waters
My Beloved Buzzard
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My beloved buzzard,
My bird of a dying day,
Why wait until I’m so weak and weary
To feast upon your prey?
He pursues so patiently.
If I should dare to fall
He would consume my life,
Flesh and all.
Though a mediocre dinner I shall make.
The sun will dry my skin.
Perhaps some water I will take,
Should I travel the desert again.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
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4/26/2024 12:22:11 AM # 1.0.0.1119
good one here alex good flow and humurous too.10