"That which makes us common to rather than that which separates
us from the worst of nature"
Hunting.
Tally Ho!
A motley bunch
Of out of sorts
With horse and hound
To pass for sport.
Made entertainment
Of an ill
Called it the least cruel
Way to kill.
And didn't realise
The choice
Was just another
Kind of vice.
Is that an argument
That's sound!
The morals here
Have gone to ground.
Photograph: Bridge over the river
Blackwater/Lough Ramor
Virginia Co. Cavan. 2007
1 comment:
Great poem Frank. You'll be very popular with hunting crowd
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