A poem I’m been writing (it’s free verse poetry)
A trapped bird in a cage,
A feathery figure rotting away with age,
A coyote decaying beside the road,
A pile of pigeons a load,
A pair of bucks running in rage,
A hunter getting his weekly wage.
Haunted by a prowling spirt,
A catch a day every minute,
These are the prices he must pay,
For the lives he sent astray.