BLOOD SPORT
RUN RUN WITH THE HOUNDS
'TIL THE PISTON FIST IN YOUR CHEST HAS BURST
THEN YOU WILL SHARE
THE FLIGHT AND DEATH OF THE RUNNING HARE
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<Deleted User> (18474)
Wed 22nd Nov 2017 07:01
I've always been a towny, so I don't get fox hunting. It doesn't seem right. I've tried so very hard to see the other side, but to date I just cannot. This poem in its short single verse puts you in the hares place, the fear and panic. I don't like to think about it . Maybe I should?
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raypool
Wed 22nd Nov 2017 21:55
HI David. As I put in my poem about the Wheatsheaf - two minds as one. What more can I say? I wrote this on Saturday so fairly concurrent with what you describe. I like your version so far . It's great to see a similar thought pattern in different hands. Piston is the in - word !
Thanks mate.
HI Beno . I think if we find something morally repugnant we are maybe on the road to a better appreciation of life and its responsibilities. No doubt the hunting fraternity would have a cast iron opposite view or should I say a loop hole to escape through' hey, welcome to the real world!
Appreciate your kind comments.
Also, thanks Col and Rich for liking this one!
Ray