A sunny evening in an English country garden.
Midges swirled in patches of warm golden light in the wood.
Everything green and and peaceful.
A murder of crows took flight like a firework exploding.
Silvery wood pigeons scattered flapping in all directions.
A lone blackbird sounded his alarm call.
The hunters are out. They’re early tonight.
A warning to all.
We tiptoed out to catch the culprit.
To track down the ruthless killers.
To shoot them but not to kill.
For a photo that’s all.
High up in a tree.
Like a child hiding.
If I shut my eyes they can’t see me.
But we did see them tonight.
