A Bloke And A Rifle And An Auburn Day With 20 Birds Poem by Julian Takali

A bloke and rifle and a golden day
About the meadows about
Slow, calm clouds from him away
Wind blew timid

Shooting the cold ceramic
A crow found him in escape
Perched a ledge atop a tree
A lad and a rifle and a sunny day with a crow

As each shot roared the lea
The plates shattered below
Yet the rude birds took to a laugh
From one end to the last of the row

A bloke and a rifle and an auburn day with 20 birds
Ignored them long, much as he could
The shots kept going one by one
Until he'd turned his mind and his gun
Took to the ever so funny crows
And watch them plop down below