Too Easy Poem by David Calvert

Too Easy



Shotgun blasts
from somewhere across the moors

gunstocks pulled into shoulders
eyes following lines of sight
upper bodies swinging to follow

the spread of pellets
blowing first a tailfeather
then the whole bird
a
p
a
r
t

a puffball of nothing from something

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