cold 26 Friday Sep 2025 Posted by Bill Bisgood in nature, poem, Quatrain, short story ≈ 2 Comments Tagsbirds, buzzard, nature, poem, Poetry, Quatrain, raptors From her black thorned perch Buzzard scans bleak hill Dark, bright her chocolate eyes Sharp her talons, cold her will A moody buzzard, as requested. Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...
Ooh, very good! Thank you! You paint a vivid picture of intensity and menace.
You’re welcome, I enjoyed it. Actually I like buzzards