HOWL MOOR

Not all that far from Scarborough
North Yorkshire
all those moors
Belonging to the Duke of Lancaster
Where there are scores
Of wild souls still frequenting
And One such most rare soul
Was seen being killed by someone
Whose precious life they stole

It was said to be a goshawk
A very rare bird here
Not far from Two homes rigg
ABronze age settlement
Where history was made
A cage trap And a killing
Degeneracy it played

Out it seems such wickedness
On the slippery slope
Innocuous and unworthy
Already hard to cope
Without some hardened sinner
A good for nothing git
Who in cold blood
Relieved it of its life
With a sudden hit

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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