A fearful hare goes to ground
And startled Pheasants
take flight
Where guns wait expectantly
For their quarry to
come into sight
They appear above the
guns
Then the ragged
volleys sound
Announcing the birds
death knell
And they fall
gracelessly to the ground
Where eager to please
gundogs,
Who think it’s a game
to play
Retrieve the birds and
drop them
Where the still
smoking cartridges lay
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