Category Archives: HARES And red grouse

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