The Glorious 12th

 

 

Soft triangles fill the sky

followed by: gun coughs,

silhouettes death dancing

feathers like flakes falling;

panting dogs retrieving.

 

Wood and metal locking –

reloading; beaters retreating,

bulging men laughing and

blood dripping, on boots

they will never have to clean.

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