An hour away from dusk,
There's a lull in the air
And a coldness that autumn brings.
A sudden blast rings out,
Followed by another,
Dogs are barking
And chasing to collect their quarry
While heavy coated beaters
Walk the woods
And discharge worrying noise to the birds.
Innocently, they fly into the dimming light
And blasts ricochet round the trees.
Victims to so-called sportsmen
Who thrive on their demise.