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buzzard in the rain

in this hollow
and the falling,
when the river
calls a warning
from the echo
of the morning,
name its song
constant calling,
watch the sorrow
of buzzard soaring
at the edge
of tethered warring
within the hallowed
rain, falling.

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About michaeleganpoetry

Liverpool based poet and editor. I have had four pamphlets of poetry published, most recently After Stikklestad (Knives, Forks and Spoons Press, 2010). Penned in the Margins published my first collection, Steak & Stations, in 2010.

One response to “buzzard in the rain

  1. Alex Holt

    Did you know that the buzzard out-bopped the oriole? I think that’s what Michael Jackson sang (Rockin Robin).

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