Bereavement Counselling from Murdoch of Blackbyres - by
Listen, back in ‘74
I shot a crow with such force
its body cannoned into its partner,
dropped the pair from the sky.
hunting
Old Christmastide - by
Heap on more wood! the wind is chill;
But let it whistle as it will,
We’ll keep our Christmas merry still.
Each age has deem’d the new-born year
The fittest time for festal cheer
Lady’s-Slipper Orchid - by
Though I know well enough
/ To hunt the Lady’s Slipper now
/ Is playing blindman’s-buff,
/ For it was June She put it on
/ And grey…
A Tray of Frozen Songbirds - by
For our last meal together / my father takes out of the freezer / a tray of frozen songbirds.
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,…
Hyena - by
I am waiting for you.
/ I have been travelling all morning through the bush
/ and not eaten.
/ I am lying at the edge…
im delikatessenladen - by
bitte geben sie mir eine maiwiesenkonserve etwas höher gelegen aber nicht zu
/ abschüssig so, daß man darauf noch sitzen kann.
/
/ nun,…
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’…
Hard Men - by
Is and sin tangatar cruiti Cainbile o Es Ruaid dia n-airfidedh.
/ Indar leo-sam ba do taisceladh forra ó Ulltaib tangatar,…
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…