Epistles

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Dear animals,

Just a short word to say, we are not all sanguinary brutes, although it must look like that to you. You see the two-legs rushing round in their vans because their legs aren’t up to running after you. They need their dogs because they can’t sniff out a track on their own or get among the brambles. They need their rattles and horns and whistles to frighten you because otherwise you would stay put and they’d never see you. They need their big guns to kill you because they have no teeth, claws, speed, stealth, talons or beak.

They kill, the overweight and out of breath, because you are beautiful, and you can live where they cannot, because you run, creep, fly, stalk where they blunder and trample. Don’t forgive them, for they know what they do. Run and hide. See tomorrow dawn.

A friend.

 

A message from the Oracle.

 

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from this garden;

life is stilled,

only screaming shadows remain,

smell of lost summer,

whispers in the wind.

Shots rip red death—

stop! Please.

Raw is the rose light

that shines this sad bloody day.

Why? I ask, but there is no reply

for those who cry.

 

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How many thousands more

need to die?

 

 

 

 

 

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

11 thoughts on “Epistles”

      1. No. I’m a foreigner here. If there was an anti-chasse movement I’d join it, but I can’t tell the locals how to behave, except face to face. I have no problem with shouting at men with guns getting too close to my house or letting their dogs flush out the animals that live in the hedges around it. I can’t take on ‘local traditions’ except when they stick them in my face.

  1. I so agree–and perfect image to go with your epistle. Of course, the Oracle agrees. Ours are very different this week, but we still have shadows and whispers and wind. . . 🙂

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