Bulletproof Birds

For many, the sport of hunting can be controversial.  Perhaps I can write a future article on the virtues of hunting.  But I can understand people’s point of view when they observe outdoor channel stars high-fiving and performing a jovial dance right after flinging an arrow through a deer’s heart.  The perception, however, is different from the reality.  No hunter that I know (and I’ve been hunting for years) actually takes pleasure in killing an animal, and, to be honest, wild game do receive a sporting chance; which is much more than can be said for the thousands of grocery-store-variety chickens, cows or hogs.

Back in September, I gave about 100 doves a very fair chance.  I managed to only knock one from the air, and my companions didn’t fair much better.  If you’ve ever hunted dove, you know this to be a familiar outcome.  Anyway, I’d like to share a poem I recently put together.  It came to me after that day on the field.  Maybe you can identify with it.  Hope you enjoy!

Bulletproof Birds

by S Scott Johnson

Birds

Bulletproof birds,

Streaming over the dawn-lit canopy.

Defying gravity, escaping lead, pellets

Raining overhead.  Gray Barons,

Rulers of air.

Missed.


Wings

Unfailing wings,

Gliding through the man-made storm.

Plastic shells sum, empty mementos lining

The ground below.  Magicians,

Sleight of hand.

Gone.


Odds

Unbelievable odds,

Barreling over wild-eyed, bewildered men.

Shooting again, and again, shaking hats at

The sad stats.  Mathematicians,

All bets off.

Lost

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7 Responses to Bulletproof Birds

  1. Great post thanks. I really enjoyed it very much.

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  2. Mark Weatherup says:

    Sounds like you were hunting with me, but my oldest brother Monty never fails to show me the doves aren’t bulletproof. I really enjoy “Trails of Life”. Thanks Mark

  3. Anonymous says:

    I don’t know about shooting birds, but the barking dogs was precious.
    Mimmie

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