Cat in the Apple Tree - by
When, for the umpteenth time he’s outflitted
/ within paw’s reach of the taunting bird, heart
/ goes out to him – his folly,…
hunting
Highland Shooting Lodge - by
Crouched up beneath a crowd of Grampian hills,
/ this old house waits to hear the report of guns
/ crisping the Autumn…
The Tenant - by
The Tenant’s gane, the Lodge is shut;
/ Nae mair, until the Twalth return,
/ We’ll see him threshin’ at the burn
/ Or sittin’ shiverin’…
Protectit Bird - by
Pass the word
/ I’m a protectit bird.
/ They’re settin girns for vermin
/ Like stoats and their kin;
/ The fox is huntit and shot doon
/ And…
Rifle Song - by
for Diana
/
/ We know that the taiga
/ still hides your stripes.
/ We will grind your paws
/ to aphrodisiac.
/
/ Lovers demand it.
/ our skins are lonely,
/ and girls…