The Evil on the Mount
Chilling screams and frightening cries, / what evil on this Island, lies.
Reynard. A Foxes Tale.
The hedgerows and copses are no place to hide, / Reynard can smell you and time is on his side.
The Fly Fisherman. (JR Hartley)
The hunter he stares, as the fly floats along, / as a Blackbird nearby, sings its cheerful song. / Closer and closer to the trout, gets the…
The Morning Shoot
The grass it crunches, when flattened by boots, / fingers feeling numb, with toes following suit. / Diesel fumes drift, polluting the winte…
Just for fun.