Wednesday 27 April 2016


Shooting woodcock and deer- 
As a townie my attitude to hunting is probably sentimental. 
A casual chat in The Hill pub sheds light on country culture in East Galway. 
I know deer can be a pest to farmers but ...


East where the sun rises
and where the woodcock falls.
I trawl the Coill listening.

"They shoot deer," you say.
But deer eat lichen.
"They eat grass too." 

City-heeled boots clicking.
Woodcock at dusk and deer at dawn.
Coill takes on another meaning.

In bracken woods I meet him stalking.
Conifers climb to a white sun setting.
"Good evening, " I say and move on.

I hasten back to the Hill pub and you
pulling pints and casually knocking
sentiment out of city-slick.

Copyright with Cathy Leonard 2016

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