A killer’s requiem!
Underneath my window bank
What cause is there to lay the blame?
Or the cause divided rank
The end is just the same
A little darling birdies blood
Upon my rise at morn
Pure virgin snow besot
Gave rise the Gods to scorn
I helped their little lives to ease
Throw extra grain and feed
Yet not I feed the hawk to please
Or do his dirty deed
A cannibal that with his beak
And cruel talons tear
His cousins’ death does seek
Of him are not aware
Shall I become a hunter then?
My heart is so enraged
And give him what he gives to them
Don’t like to be upstaged!
12/01/2008
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I have enjoyed the reading of "A killers requiem!".
Your writing style is very impressive. Your poetic vein is filled with knowledge and wonders, reality and beauty.
I salute You, Poet.
In gratitude and in admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Regis
Walt
Around here we have an array of small birds and a gang of ravens that take pleasure chasing the little birds from a few grains of korn.
Me too thought more than once of shooting the bastards...until we got the visit of a sea hawk which found his lunch ready with slow flying black vandals with small birds too fast to go chasing.
As you see, I didn't need the rifle...
Georg
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(