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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.


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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