HUNTED

Stomps and pounds from boots in water

Leaps and bounds from beach to shore

Booming sounds of guns and slaughter

Whining hounds and flying gore

An orange gown of leaves and raindrops

Falls among the sodden ground

Horse’s hooves are boldly clopping

Striding over ditch and mound

Creatures freeze and crouch and cower

Still, in hope they won’t be found

Why can we not use our power?

Why can’t we be turned around?

Stop and stand, be still and listen

Taking only what is ours

Let the silence change our systems

Let the earth regrow and flower