A spotted thrush leaves turns
in search of worms.
Thieving magpie steals his young,
he sees, gives tongue.
Back and forth he flies,
with anguished cries.
A hawk, chancing overhead
strikes him dead,
but fails to clear the the fence,
she scrapes her claws and hence
drops his broken body
among the leaves,
where sexton worm and beetle heaves.
Lone poet grieves.
Roy Ramsay 16/01/05
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