Bird Hunters
I Just want to rest
from my long migration
Find a sweet oasis
Many nets and traps
full of dying songbirds
adorn the route
An army culls us
millions migrating south
hunted to extinction.
Will silence replace
The birdsong each morning
Remember us.
Copyright © Linda Jackson | Year Posted 2013
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