over the field he soars
oblivious to gunshots
natures selection
In Memoriam: Owen the Pheasant
Lost at an auction in Vermont betwixt a first edition Anna Karenina and a bitter divorcée named Ruth.
There once was a pheasant named Owen,
whose plumage was splendid and showin’.
but a flatlander brute,
with a camo jumpsuit,
won him cheap—next to Tolstoy—unknowin’.
In France, where a creek gently flows,
A hunter ventures to a place he knows.
With his wife ahead, beating the brush,
She making the hidden pheasant flush.
With muzzle raised, he's poised for flight,
As she flushes a pheasant into the sky.
He fires his twelve-gauge into the sky,
Knocking the bird before it soars too high.
Back at home, a fire warmly glows,
The scent of herbs and roasting pheasant grows.
With wine in hand, they toast to the night,
To the thrill of the hunt, and the shared delight.
The sun has brung out a low spinescene
against the brush housing thrush and pheasants
My father moves as death, silhouetted
A proper Shropshire lad I hang my neck
In shame and solidarity. The brittleboned,
the sky-minded, evicted from their homes
by the bullet, blinded with momentum,
shrieking with hunger, begging for a crumb
of flesh or feather, asleep or awake.
No bullet I’ve known will discriminate.
There is love in the hunt, in trigger wrought Death.
It comes! Comes softly as my father’s breath.
Perfumed with gunpowder, the bullet’s kiss
The pheasant’s hollow spine parted like lips.
He reassured with a kiss
And sorted out
The Details
Persian Cat and the
Humming bird
Watches the flowers
Swaying in the garden.
Sweet nectars shall
Awaking her to be natural
Once again, but now they
stand together in awe!
Adagio Crescendo was introduced to
Fugue Crescendo at a time when her
name was Fugue Verse. They meet
In a little town named Bridge and began
corresponding and became engaged.
They became Cantar and Cantrix , there
In Bridge. Louvers Lyrics united them in
A contractual concept. They joined the
very popular concept orchestra "Genre"
and sang background- ooh-ahs and foreground
Hooks prechoral and choral. Meeting Choral
Made me happy. Where nights and mornings
Lovers are we. Cantrix, I love you. Cantar I love you to. Some might this is an overture with concerns to boredum. Look to the one you love and say we will endure. Mr Adlib do your thing
make it right. Sweet get this man to sing: Cantrix you
know this is a lovers night.Got me saying: and I ain't playing Mister Counter Bass do your thing. Alto please bring me
to my knees, love get me all Kissy Phaced.
He reassured with a kiss
And sorted out
The Details
Adagio Crescendo was introduced to
Fugue Crescendo at a time when her
name was Fugue Verse. They meet
In a little town named Bridge and began
corresponding and became engaged.
They became Cantar and Cantrix , there
In Bridge. Louvers Lyrics united them in
A contractual concept. They joined the
very popular concept orchestra "Genre"
and sang background- ooh-ahs and foreground
Hooks prechoral and choral. Meeting Choral
Made me happy. Where nights and mornings
Lovers are we. Cantrix, I love you. Cantar I love you to. Some might this is an overture with concerns to boredum. Look to the one you love and say we will endure. Mr Adlib do your thing
make it right. Sweet get this man to sing: Cantrix you
know this is a lovers night.Got me saying: and I ain't playing Mister Counter Bass do your thing. Alto please bring me
to my knees, love get me all Kissy Phaced.
Lo- Ever Pleasant GOLDEN PHEASANT
“Oh, allure thine my heart
Chinese pheasant, O rainbow pheasant ever pleasant
Lo! Golden Pheasant”
With golden crest such art,
native to mountainous forests.
In the dense forest you may rest.
These too are also names you enlist
Thy unmistakable bright red body
Alternating black and orange fan insist
Brightly yellow eye with a pinpoint black pupil spotty
Family Phasianidae
Oh, How you so fly
Ancient Greek khrusolophos
O’ Game bird of the order Galliformes
Pingere painted khrusolophos
Latin pictus painted beautiful Galiiformes
Glorious, Glamorous beautiful you are, you are
10/12/19
Writing Challenge, October, 2019 -Bird-
Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
Autumn and the leaves
are crisp in the swirling air.
Pheasant wings everywhere
Donal Mahoney
I lie here in the prairie wind
Covered by grass that has no end
Just a pheasant seeking shelter
From a world that's helter skelter
'Tis the season of guns and dogs
And grown up men in camo togs
I stay as still as I can lie
In hopes the world will pass me by
I hear a gun and words out loud
Announce a kill in words so proud
I see them turn the other way
And I will live another day
This land is mine, I know it well
And men with dogs can burn in hell
2-1-2017
lone ring neck
i remember when
you were plentiful
When I can barely see the sun, I put on my clothes and get out the shot gun.
My bird dog is my shadow all full of excitement and love because he knows he'll soon be
able to run.
We load in the truck and drive to the site where we hunt pheasant with all our might.
My dog is my best friend. He knows me well, as he flushed up a rooster and the first one fell.
When we come home all tired and sore, we know the next day we'll be ready for more.
It doesn't matter how much time we spend, as there's nothing better than hunting with my
best friend.
Golden-red pheasant
Glistening the morning sun,
Foraging delight.
Pheasant Wings
Autumn and the leaves,
crisp in the swirling air, are
pheasant wings once more
Donal Mahoney
The ring-necked pheasant
captured in flight
on a coffee cup
never gets anywhere.
So it is with us.
Continually
the question -- the peaceful
insanity of elevator music.
Which poppy field
are we off to? Will we
shatter wings
or soar like Icarus II, sensing
wind and astonishment;
licking sun-cracked lips
till feathered shadows
paint sidewalks --
moreling the faint pink morning
while the hunter
cups us in gnarled hands
whispering
we are good.
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