Mournful in the stubble field,
shining black and golden beak
cold late sun cruel
glistening on the barrels,
orange cartridge,silent on the ground
a panting dog waiting for the "fetch".
Country day raw in tooth and claw
a life-time now, alone.
Away she flew,dazed and careless
to the lonely wood,
waiting for the shot
which did not come.......