Thread: My Queens Birthday

I woke to hear the shots
Over the hill
Through the valley way beyond

I see the ducks
Making silhouettes as they fly
Through the dawns lightening sky

I cannot hear the whir
Of any roosters wings
No bells tinkling against the cheek winds

Holding tightly is the plaster
No boot will fit the leg
No matter how I may beg

The Beretta stands
Sulking in its bonds
Eley VIPs will not be shouting a hunter's song

The dogs turn thrice
The sun now shining through the mesh
They can dream their dreams of hunts not hunted yet


Have a great weekend Everyone...