LET US PREY .
Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2016 2:47 pm
LET US PREY ... Maureen Clifford © The #ScribblyBark Poet
Beneath an Autumn sky
by the ashes of the snow gums
the orphans waited
on a green short cropped island
surrounded by black.
There would be no dancing in the rain for them.
They faced a lonely walk
with no Mothers to guide them,
no male to protect them,
no feed to nurture them.
In plain sight they stood
trembling and disorientated.
Their deep chestnut coats were singed.
There was fear in their eyes,
moisture dripped from their coats.
They had run for miles
in an effort to outpace the red dragon.
Their sweat mixed with the dragons breath
and foamed in amber beads on trembling flanks.
A single shot rang out , then another and another,
the reverberations echoed and re echoed around the valley.
The first one hit the floor - legs twitching
in a paroxysm of death
and in the distance - the call of the stallion
sounded their eulogy.
Beneath an Autumn sky
by the ashes of the snow gums
the orphans waited
on a green short cropped island
surrounded by black.
There would be no dancing in the rain for them.
They faced a lonely walk
with no Mothers to guide them,
no male to protect them,
no feed to nurture them.
In plain sight they stood
trembling and disorientated.
Their deep chestnut coats were singed.
There was fear in their eyes,
moisture dripped from their coats.
They had run for miles
in an effort to outpace the red dragon.
Their sweat mixed with the dragons breath
and foamed in amber beads on trembling flanks.
A single shot rang out , then another and another,
the reverberations echoed and re echoed around the valley.
The first one hit the floor - legs twitching
in a paroxysm of death
and in the distance - the call of the stallion
sounded their eulogy.