POEM: Hunters take care!
WHEN walking in the woods one day
There a carcass of a dog did lay
Did the hunter and his gun
Intend it to be this way?
Or did a frightened hare jump up,
Giving out its panicked shrill
And by mistaken chance
His own dog did shoot and kill.
No matter now, the deed be done
Until another ill-fated day
Where is now but a dog
Perhaps a child will lay.
The dog to me did not speak
How could it? Let’s be fair
But to the hunter he surely said:
“Please, please, do take bloody care!”
DAN CLOUGH, FELL VIEW, BURNLEY