Farm Killing Fields
the ferret is in the field
the hunter in the rye
the ferret runs in the field
the shadow without a sigh
the terrain is code dark dangerous
at night the hunting is done
the mongoose taunts lethal cobras
reactions faster than viper gun
the hunter skirts the fields
checking for movement any dangerous shadows
the signals are radio bursts
movement directing control in foreign meadows
poem by Terence George Craddock
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