Ahhh collage the bane of as all KILL IT KILL IT NOW!
Lonely Hawk
A hawk is soaring flying high
Alone he soars with a loud clear cry
His magnificent crest burning bright
A crimson fire in the in the night
He flies alone now
But long ago
Others flew with him
Through rain and snow
The hawk he flies
Through silent skies
On wings of feather light
His piercing cry echoes through the night
And upon your heart he alights.
DOOKIE another poem, this is getting to be a habit.
Dedicated to ALL my lovely readers