1st. OCTOBER - IN THE KILLING FIELDS
The guns are silent now
packed away into shiny cars
with much back slapping
and well bred haar-ha-hars.
The birds are flying well,
not too high - or fast,
plenty of time to 'aim and squeeze'
and watch them tumbling,
onto early morning grass,
necks routinly rung -
and then in braces -
- strung and hung.
Shooters retreat for a warming flask
then return to complete their blood-lust task.
Displaying their poise and immpeccable stance
they showcase their perfect aim
while continuing their 'sport' without pause
'till many more birds are slain.
Waiting in line,
(while beaters beat)
picking off birds,
(in their panicked retreat)
then watching retrievers' - retrieve.
- - - - - - - - - -
The killing fields are empty now,
silence fills the air,
while inflated egos' power home,