13 OCTOBER 1944, Page 11

THE BUZZARD ON motionless, majestic wings,

A crucifix against the sky, He soars above all earthbound things And mews his far, complaining cry.

In tireless mastery of flight He wheels above his distant lair Or spirals skyward lost to sight, The tyrant of the upper air.

Above the wild, deserted heath, In savage, lonely, lofty state He glares upon the world beneath And screams defiance of his fate. PETER Htrrrow.