The Bruised Bird Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Date: 17-10-2025
Narrow winding road passing through the stretched fields A flock of white storks strutting on the ridges As if they were the landlords Slight warbles and trills of birds I went on enjoying the symphony during my morning walk A chaos... The purring of a gasoline car All the birds soared upwards with a flapping One confused stork flew in the reverse course And hit the hood of the car A thudding sound followed by a weak wailing I sensed what had happened Saddened at the sight of the discoloured bird The static stork plucked my heart strings An unknown bird... Still, turbulence in my heart The hard lucked bird has become my storyline My tranquil RIP to the hapless soul! Premiere Contest : 3rd Place
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