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Waiting for the shot

Mournful in the stubble field,  
shining black and golden beaks  
cold late sun  glistening  barrels,  
orange cartridges, silent on the ground  
a panting dog waiting for the 'fetch'
drifting smoke and lead,
Country sport raw in tooth and claw.  
 
A life-time now, alone and silent.  
Shining black and golden beak.  
Away she flew, dazed and careless  
to the lonely wood,waiting for the shot  
which did not come.
Written by Kexby (john rickell)
Published | Edited 29th Nov 2015
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