A Hunters Epitaph

by Ashleigh Skye   May 24, 2007


A dying bird,
The one we all heard,
Washed up upon the shore.

Its back was broke,
It hardly spoke,
But its eyes shone with something more.

It then let out a cry,
And down from the sky,
Flew birds of all description.

They bit through the skin,
For the hunters never win,
And now all you see is this inscription.

*Epitaph: a short text honoring a deceased person, strictly speaking that inscribed on their tombstone or plaque*

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  • 18 years ago

    by Stephanie Naylor

    I really really liked it, but why
    would you put it in
    the
    FUNNY POEMS section

    i dont find it funny,but

    still a
    5/5

  • 18 years ago

    by Krzysztof J

    I really enjoyed this write :) i gave it 5/5 it made me remenise of a few things in my life :) thank you for that :)

  • 18 years ago

    by KaKaSHi

    Wow...talk about amazing flow...its just like a song...
    amusing, and to the point...are all ur poems that short?
    if u like short poems maybe u should do sequels...
    lovely imagination uve got there...
    any other poem ud like rrc...ill be more than glad to help..=D

  • 18 years ago

    by dawn green

    Very, very cute!nic write! keep up the good work!
    god bless!

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