Quiet and peace perhaps

Nothing to say
no one to hear
a hundred birds singing
no clouded blue

no need to constrain
in lassoed words
the first pheasant cough
just look listen sigh

sun fills every crevice in earth
stone and the fissures of the skin
touches bone
fires blood

nothing to give but thanks
nowhere to go but out
face uplifted

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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.

24 thoughts on “Quiet and peace perhaps”

  1. I would have an idea for better care of the animals. You certainly know these devices against martens, which crunch hoses in the cars. How about using such ultra-frequency devices in such a way that the animals can escape for them, and can no longer be shot. 😉

    1. They could try that with the organised hunting with hounds. It’s more difficult in the coutryside where there risks being a man with a gun behind every hedge. Where would you chase them to?

      1. There are fewer animals and I’ve seen far fewer hunters, but I worry they’re plotting some massacre, keeping quiet because there’s a possibly going to be a referendum about animal welfare. Their massacre will be silent and nasty.

      2. True. And there’s no law that makes them take senility or eye tests to own a gun. They can be barking mad and blind as bats and still go out to hunt.

      3. No, they can go on shooting even when they’re blind in one eye. There are probably an awful lot who don’t have licences. I don’t imagine poachers bother to get one.

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