Tragedy in the Snowby Agnes Eva
snow was falling
when the goose
found his mate
just after the gunshot
resounded in the ice-coloured sky
he stood beside her frozen wings
with wrath he quacked
spittle flying from his beak
but all around him
the unkind snowflakes fell
each unique as each blood droplet
blasted from his lover’s down
panting and footfalls
soon heralded
the hunter-murderers’ approach
with one last glossy glance
of rueful beady eye
the survivor trudged away
12/10/2002
Posted on 03/26/2003
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