The Linnet's Wings The Sorrow - Page 104

The Linnet´s Wings Fair Game J S Fuller A track turned to mud seeps through the seams of your best boots The clanging from the farm drowns out a mourning cow’s pain for a lost calf You trudge past keeper’s field where young pheasants try to hide their fear They run shell-shocked by muscle memory that says ‘guns, guns, guns' Recall another lost breed fear smothered now by red poppy shrouds Cow-like we voice our lament, forget they were bred to be fair game Woman and child in front of a farm/Piet Mondrian/ Date: c.1 898 - c.1 899/ Style: Impressionism/Genre: portrait 104