Poached

Poached

Darting through trees,

A bird swooped and played,

He soared,

He felt free, free as the wind,

He felt unstoppable, invincible,

A ray of light, his golden feathers shone,

He was joy, he was its plaything.

 

SNAP

 

Footsteps crunched closer,

It was a poacher,

The poacher stalked his pray,

Closer…

And closer…

He raised his gun-

And froze-

And thought…

And thought…

And thought…

He lowered his gun.

 

His mind raced, images ran to his head,

Imagine, imagine you were a bird,

Diving, playing, hooting,

 

BANG

 

And shot down for fun

Fun

Fun

Is killing really fun?

 

By Hugo

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