La Chasse

Guns, dogs, beer, and dead hares. All day we have seen them coursing the stubbled fields in their high-vis jackets, and cringed at each shot that cracked the grey skies above these flatlands. We tried to rescue a soaked and terrified hare that had fallen into the canal, but failed.

Long limbs that danced in the moonlight
hang limp from the huntsman’s hand.dsc03571

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