For FunA Poem by Chris Shaw
Pellets from an air rifle
penetrated a swan's neck while she incubated a clutch of eggs. She was found bleeding on ground close to her deserted nest. The perpetrator wasn't caught though sought out by those insensed by this event. Our swan was saved yet there are four less cygnets gracing our river. © 2019 Chris ShawFeatured Review
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9 Reviews Added on June 3, 2019 Last Updated on June 3, 2019 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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