Lyncean
By 1stpoet
Lyncean I awaken to a screeching cry a piercing from a clear blue sky my eyes to the heavens they do pry but the sight of the hawk I am denied my eyes are watery as I stare I am blinded by the sun’s bright glare yet still in this morning air the winged one says it’s still there I feel his talons around my frame for in the night a hard frost came is the creature now calling out my name or echoing out his cry of shame what has man done since Adam’s birth? but brought death and destruction to the earth! this scream is not that of a chickadee’s mirth; but one for warning and all its worth can this be cleaned up?, what all call home a round planet upon which we roam from mountain tops to ocean’s foam an accipiter’s plea, voiced in a poem © Copyright 2001 1st Poet Inc. William S. Dawes November 24, 2001 Written November 24th, 2001 © on Dec 14 2001 10:37 PM PST 17 • 0 • 1
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"Lyncean..."