Shooting Snipe on Parnell Street
He could see the river beyond through gaps In the city landscape and noted several Species of fowl nesting in the creeks.
I used to think about this walking south Passed the new estates and one night I saw a fox with a field-bird in its mouth
Crossing the street between honking cars And shouts from late night revellers Before disappearing off one of the lanes
Where I could make out a hunter’s shadow Skulking in pursuit to retrieve his prey, Crossing what was once a flowing meadow.