Now I know,
Or imagine
that I know
What it
feels like
To be a
grouse.
Whatever I
say
Is no use.
The beaters
and dogs
Are moving
up behind me.
I feel fear
As they draw
near.
Soon I must
break cover,
Try to fly
As fast as I
can over
The booming
Lead spraying
guns.
I’ll have to
make a sky run
Launch
myself
Get it over
Get it done
As fast as I
dare
Through the
deadly
Flak-filled
air
Beat my
wings desperately
And pray
that
I don’t get
terminated by
Some
cretinous plutocrat.
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