Rare Meat. Poem by Peter Vealey

Rare Meat.



Rare meat.
The blackbird seem to sing.
And though I spluttered
'I am vegetarian'
Rare Meat, rare meat!
And my neighbour
Talked of the importance of
'Being in harness again'
Then I realised,
The bird was much nearer to understanding
The kind of species I am!
Rare meat!
And cannon fodder for the cowboys
And manipulators,
All the same!
For my heart
Will always stray to the unheard tune.
And the song of the bird,
Comforted the taut nerves
Of a weary owl.
Who's been round the clock,
But still does not like the carousel!

Friday, November 16, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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Peter Vealey

Peter Vealey

Hertfordshire
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