The Broken Soul Poem by Kayanja Ronald Edwin

The Broken Soul



A master's whistle commands,
On a hunt, to the hounds,

To chase and not fail,
The deer's blood scented trail

Scraped by a swift arrow,
Flying through the nest of a true sparrow

Tearing apart,
The hatchling, from its young spirit

The broken soul of its mother,
And bloodstain, on her quill feather

Monday, July 4, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: inspirational,life,nature,pain,painful,political,sad
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not really about nature
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