DEPLORING THE MASS SHOOTING OF GAME BIRDS — A POEM

In response to the campaign about the mass shooting of imported game birds. And it is still going on years after I wrote this short poem to reinstate in peoples mind the slaughter every August. It is accompanied by two other poems focusing around 12th August and they are contained in my latest collection ‘Co-existence’ The Twelfth? Never! quick upward flight crack crash-crack suddenly altered into a fast whirling out-of-control plunge crack crash-crack dead or worse still only dying bombs into the eco-system that nurtured it. To allow a feather to break free from the body that was its life crack crash-crack they hear the call of death once more filling the skies with harmed and harmless birds with toxic lead shot with death echo after echo re-echoes the vision stays the guns go silent the dogs begin their work