THIS IS MY REACTION TO THIS DAY IN AUGUST
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
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