Singled OutA Poem by Chris Shaw(observing the newly hatched chicks on the river )Weakest, frailest of them all, against the lurk of danger's call. Soon their numbers will deplete by pike beneath the water's calm. Black crows those wretched birds of death are set to wreak their wicked best. Survival of the fittest reigns and human beings live the same.
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23 Reviews Added on July 17, 2019 Last Updated on July 17, 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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