Friday Poetry: The Zebras, by Roy Campbell
Christmas Poetry: The Journey of the Magi, by T.S. Eliot

Friday Poetry: The Buzzard, by David Hodges

Awkward, hunched, high up

among bare branches,

sharp-taloned hunter,

reliving the day's

missed chances,

staring downwind

through the icy landscape,

sifting images of prey:

nothing misses

his sharp eye.


Bright sunlight catches

something moving

out of cover,

and in an instant

he's a blur of feathers,

pure killing machine

transformed again

in his awesome

hunting flight.