With Tattered Wings
If i was a Rook, a Raven or Crow
With tattered wings in thermal flow
In murder fly we soar with the streams
Being a creature of nature a living dream
A delight to many, to farmers a pest
Culled, what for, their greediness zest
All that we do is what you do for
We increase our knowledge and the right to explore
If i was a Rook, a Raven or Crow
Us passerine of black, we are passerine grow
Raul of Haiku royalty, this is for you
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-8.php
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2010
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