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The Crow
Mournful in the stubble field,
shining black and golden beak
cold late sun glistening on the barrels,
orange cartridges, silent on the ground
A panting dog waiting for the ‘fetch’.
Country-day raw in tooth and claw.
Away she flew dazed and careless
to the lonely wood,a life-time now,
alone and silent . . . . . .
Shining black and golden beak.
waiting for the shot
which did not come..
shining black and golden beak
cold late sun glistening on the barrels,
orange cartridges, silent on the ground
A panting dog waiting for the ‘fetch’.
Country-day raw in tooth and claw.
Away she flew dazed and careless
to the lonely wood,a life-time now,
alone and silent . . . . . .
Shining black and golden beak.
waiting for the shot
which did not come..
Published 6th Sep 2013
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Anonymous
6th Sep 2013 10:08pm
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Hi.Gabriel thankyou for calling
The crow pairs for life. It would be kind to shoot both birds than to leave one widowed. When one sees a single crow beside a road the chances are that its partner has been runover. There is a paradox about the countryside (I am a countryman) the country is not gratuitously cruel rather pragmatic; however I never quite got ove the need to cull or kill.The Badger is a challenge as is the fox and worse the deer add the rabbit and humankind and all would destroy the countryside without controls.
The crow pairs for life. It would be kind to shoot both birds than to leave one widowed. When one sees a single crow beside a road the chances are that its partner has been runover. There is a paradox about the countryside (I am a countryman) the country is not gratuitously cruel rather pragmatic; however I never quite got ove the need to cull or kill.The Badger is a challenge as is the fox and worse the deer add the rabbit and humankind and all would destroy the countryside without controls.
Anonymous
7th Sep 2013 7:57pm
I really like the images in this poem,Kexby, the images of the country side, of the bird and its awareness of things...Order and disorder are part of the natural process of things, I guess...
7th Sep 2013 8:23pm
Thankyou LIZQ. The countryside is a jigsaw of things and events, A jigsaw that is not totally interlocking . . . .easily disturbed.
