A Poem a Day

During the year 2015 I have chosen to take on a challenge to write a poem everyday. I will try to put them all here everyday.


127. May 7th

Pecking at a half dead corpse,

Torturing it until deaths welcomes the poor thing.

What a crude way to survive,

Yet it must happen as nature takes it course.


A predator kills its prey without mercy,

If it were lenient it would not live; inhumanity saves.

Pickiness is also a killer,

Anything that moves is, therefore, food.

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