Category Archives: HARES And red grouse

Scotland the Naive

The mountain hare Is so aware Lives high Where their heads Touch the sky The fairy folk In the dew soak They are magickal And hear the call Benevolent Such charity Their responsiveness In parity With the mountain climes With … Continue reading

The inglorious slaughter

I am driven to say How the red grouse do pay A party of toffs The arrogant scoffs At those of us who Find it cruel what you do Its known as a sport One with little thought A pastime … Continue reading

They walk in our midst

Theres and unsightly hideousness Sharing our spaces Their countenance countrified Forbidding faces Land owners farmers Bumpkins maybe The rustic the caustic Bloodlusting they be Throwbacks to an age Medieval before People took heed of the ways Of the law Respect … Continue reading

Ashridge and Hares

Sleepy trees And fly agaric Toadstools Puffballs Frosted fern Shadows creeping Spiders peeping Hunting fills me With concern the National Trust Have given credence To the Hunters And the Hare Hare today And gone tomorrow Soon Hares wont be anywhere

Lamping

What makes people want to go and shoot wild animals at night Using lamping thats a rifle with a big bright light Normally 3 people go a driver spotter shooter who Having permission from the land owner then do what … Continue reading

We are very different

Really we are very different Rabbits have short ears And I Have long ears with black tips I am very different And if you look into my eye Their eyes are dark mine is amber When they run their tails … Continue reading

Hare coursing

A,precocial being Prepared Always to run Born above the ground me thinks When the day is done It has realization That what it has to do Is know when dangers calling An eternal view It can run its arse off … Continue reading

Come with me

Come with me will you To a place where so few Eyes could have spotted her beautiful form Where she just set the scene And was her own storm A magickal soul Who just did belong Who could run with … Continue reading

They say its a miracle whatever that is

A blackout curtain was all young Jack Was ever able to see Nothing else was evident Such totality Behind his home was a forest And from his home a path Smelling the different smells he could And hearing his great … Continue reading

WHo is making a killing?

Driven grouse moors Its a hell of thing A lucrative sport Where the shooter is king It cuts across nature In so many ways But it’s arrogance really With proof that it pays Outside of our homes We have great … Continue reading