deepundergroundpoetry.com

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
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 0 reading list entries 0
comments 0 reads 593
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
SPEAKEASY
Today 9:54am by Hatful-of-Hollow
COMPETITIONS
Today 7:25am by Josh
POETRY
Today 5:16am by Duende
SPEAKEASY
Today 3:24am by SweetKittyCat5
POETRY
Today 2:42am by Tallen
POETRY
Today 1:24am by Stoney223