A Lone Bird

The sky is a sombre grey,
no sunlight to shine through,
but across this background,
a lone bird flew.
He was looking for scraps
someone may have discarded carelessly
to feed the hunger
that was consuming him.
Whether he found the meal
he was looking for I cannot tell.
He few over the rooftops
out of my line of vision
and way out of my view.

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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