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Border Fence

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Border Fence

The flush of spring has bought new life to romp in greening feed,
Along the border with the forest where domestic flocks do breed,
Managed through the daylight by the fear of being seen,
The sentinels of death await for night when they are keen.

Though distant lights may glow as beacons for the lost,
Guerrilla’s stream out silently in pack form to accost,
And satisfy their lust for blood without no grace or fear,
Frustrating yet the hand of man. By dawn they disappear.

Far reaching eyes in anger lies where wilderness is dense,
I know my soul is being watched beyond the border fence,
Locked into disappointment where flies gather at my feet,
There’s blood-stained wool on rotting flesh, with no thought to eat.

Immediate is my judgment for no trial is needed here,
I am the executor of the guilty, who dare to wander near,
Survival is the wisdom tho’ for the wily streetwise cur.
The frenzy’s not in pattern! It’s too late for where they were.

The night is cold and lonely with the urge for needed sleep,
But as the shepherd of my flock I must protect my sheep.
A pack will form again when blood is dry and lost its scent,
Until the last sheep drops their guard, no dog shall here repent.

The lead appeared Alsatian bounding surprised in its flight,
For it’s escape back to the bush in my sudden cheating light.
The echo of my three-o-three thundered through the hills,
With-in the change of retrospect, ‘tis I who wants the kills.

Death took a holiday tonight where death was meant to be,
My shot was high or wide or low, ‘twas more shadow I could see.
Silence returned and in my light that scanned the field and scrub,
I knew that I was being watched, beyond a woodland shrub.

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