ONE DAY BEFORE THE SLAUGHTER BEGINS ON GROUSE MOORS

 I wrote this poem four years ago and, although, there is progress being made by some people in some areas - it is slow. On the upside it is improving thanks to organizations who want to protect our natural habitats and our wildlife. I follow Raptor Persecution and Legal Justice. 

The latest tally is 43 Hen Harriers missing and/or dead and the figure will rise. There is still much work to be done.

The few lines below indicate a birds eye view of soon to be shot at, killed, eaten or maybe just dumped.

NATURAL ENEMIES?

natural enemies! pa-ah!

"they don't exist no more",

though we watch the skies, just

in case... you never know.

humans come and leave

things. We peck at stuff

and then there's that bunch

of feathers tied to the post.

It's really weird, that, 

and the unseeing eye 

socket scares us all,

but hey-ho

we gorge our way

to plumpness:

good enough to eat - 

and THEN...     

JE(C)04/08/16