The Hunters Are Coming
I hear a gun shot, a celebratory cry.
As I look in the bushes, a gleaming blue eye.
The hunters are coming, as big and as bad,
They've seen me I know, and they're especially glad.
Up to my feet I get with a rush,
Quickly I charge to hide by a thrush.
"Deer! over there" the hunters they shout.
Will I survive? I'm, beginning to doubt!
I run for my life, over the hill.
Yes! I'll survive. I beating them till ...
I'm flung in the air to the highest tree tops,
I taste blood in my mouth as this little deer drops.
For a moment I lie there, I lie there quite still,
But the hunters are coming, ready to kill.
I try to run, as fast as I can,
But I turn around swiftly, and I'm facing a man!
I close my brown eyes and take a last breath,
But I squiggle and squirm, not ready for death.
I hear a gun shot, a celebratory cry.
Why was it me who had to die?
As I walked in Richmond Park this week, there was a sign up saying the deer cull is on for the next six weeks. Not completely sure how I feel about this. I do know that the deer, which are in a confined space practically in London, have to have their numbers controlled, and that probably the cull is the least cruel way to do this.
But then I got home, and saw the poem above, which has been posted on the side of my fridge for the last few years. It was written by my daughter when she was in primary school, and does tug at the heart strings.
Looking back through my photographs, I realize I do not take many of the deer. The one at the top was taken at this time of year, and I kept it mainly because I liked the framing by the trees. And the other one was in mid-summer, when I think I was trying to photograph rabbits, and came upon this deer a bit too close by surprise. I am not sure who was more shocked.
Not much to show on the knitting front. I am making socks, and they seem to taking a long time. On the second one though!
Not much to show on the knitting front. I am making socks, and they seem to taking a long time. On the second one though!
Just a reminder that there is still time join in my Ginx Woolly Linx party for January. Click on the photo above or at the top of the page to find the party. I would love to see what you have been working on this month.
Lovely photos! And I loved your daughter's poem, very beautiful and very well written for a primary school girl.
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Beautiful photos. You have to knit a deer now...
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