Just Going out
To bag me a rabbit
So don’t be too long
Don’t make it a habit
Out in the dark woods
The charred sombre gloom
Through the great mass of leaves
Down the long path to doom
Over the stile
And into the field
Where the puffballs grow bigger
And there concealed
In the undergrowth
Many warrens we see
And hopefully
I’ll bag a young one for tea
But as luck would have it
I took the wrong path
Too much water about
Its one muddy bath
So I went around the Oak
And tragically I
Stepped on a trap
Its steel jawed
And was why
I let out a scream
Like an owl on the wing
My back legs were crushed
And i couldn’t bring
Myself to move anywhere
After that shock
I just felt so heavy
Almost like a rock
She’d be thinking
That I was gallivanting around
Seeing my lady friends
Who pound for pound
Were rather special
I did love them so
But all now was over
That much I did know
Back at home she would worry
All sorts of ideas
All Would be negative
Oh yes my dears
And theres me going to
Die here in a steel trap
Both my legs shattered
As old death will wrap
His blackness around me
For here i would lie
Covered in blood
Looking up at the sky
My family would manage
And people would think
All the most rotten things
And as I blink
The wicked fur lovers
Must understand they
Want to eat dead flesh
And the wear dead skin way
More now do both
And its why trappers do
Descend into hell
Just to compromise you
So as my eyes are closing
My heart’s getting weak
It will soon be the bugs and the maggots
Who reap
Whats Left of my body
As I pass away
And my missus now thinks bad of me
Still i have Nothing to say
Wrote it at 1.00pm 28/10
After my decision to go for picnics not rituals