This is not a blog condemning ALL hunting. It's a blog against what I call ABUSIVE hunting, guys who hunt while drunk, who just like to kill but don't eat what they shoot, who shoot animals out-of-season, illegally or just to try out a new rifle. I saw a LOT of men like this when I was a kid and though I don't condemn ALL hunters for that, the memories of what I saw when my dad took me keep ME from hunting (AND from drinking, Lol!!) Again, I know Christian men who hunt now and they are NOT like this.....I have no gripe with them.
The blog is done in POETIC form and the poems constantly change rhythms to emphasize how unsettled I get even THINKING about these abuses. But, unsettling as it is, I had to get these thoughts "out."
Artwork: "Pheasant Under Fire."
Poems: "Beautiful Birds / Film/ Pigeons of Clay/ You're Not Stuffed/ Pheasant Under Glass."
"Beautiful birds" are ugly words
when they hang, dead and tattered
and limp in dog's mouths
dogs of men who can't rest until blood's been splattered
and who have to get drunk
before they'll pull out
for home
...to boast of "Beautiful birds"
/ Birds that are "shot" by a camera's eye
Just can't make you feel
You're a real
macho guy
Why can't you just "shoot the bull"?
Why can't you go home till your ego sack's full?
You say they are "Beautiful," and they are
(MORE beautiful, captured on film, by far)
/ Pheasants got shot
for flying away
Lord, how I wish they'd just RUN
And why can't these men
take down Pigeons of Clay
so to say that they've shot their guns?
/Gamebirds got stuffed
and hung on the wall
in a line in the hall
of your mind
But you? You're not stuffed
'Cause you never did eat
any bit of the meat
at all
/ Pheasant Under Glass? Don't be silly
That...THAT is just only a dream
Pheasant Under Glass never happens
Seems the "glass" is your self-esteem
Seems the "glass" is your self-esteem.
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