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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.
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.
Published 27th Apr 2013
| Edited 29th Nov 2015
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