Hunting Poem by Sir Jasper

Hunting



I see a tern
with energy to burn
pluck a fish
off boat astern
to fly away
with beak so full
to return again till
he has his fill.
He returns home
to have his rest,
dreaming of
the next day's test.

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Carol Gall 15 July 2009

lovely poem a bird hunting nice

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