Quarry

Quarry

 

A drop of rum, a horse tail hair

a length of twine, a poachers snare ..

A broken twig, a piece of wire

a baited trap, all set and waiting ..

 

for those who may have never even

poached an egg, I do most sincerely apologise ..

 

Author's Note

.. this was going to be about poaching pheasants the way my father taught me long ago ..

Reviews

[lightsong]

Thank You for the explaining dear Neville, I was thinking about hunting when I was reading your words BUT when I first saw your title "Quarry" I said to myself PLEASE are we going to read about rocks and concrete and building?!! I thought I was done with that long time ago... when I finished my studies (I studied Civil Engineering) so then I learned it's about the "prey" weheee!!! anyway, though one will find your words are careless, but I found them chosen carefully with certain strength, no need to say more, no need to say less... all words are there You make the scene in your head.

[Neville]

sshhhhhhhhhhhhhh say no more I love it just as is .. N :)

[Fabian G. Franklin]

There seems to be a bit of word play going on here. Poaching as in "the illegal killing or trapping of wildlife" and "poaching" as in cooking in a small amount of liquid. Interesting. I enjoyed the read.

[Neville]

there are no flies on you I see ............... thanks Fabian ... and a grand & safe 2022 to you & yours sir ... N

[Fabian G. Franklin]

"no flies" Ha! I love it. I know a joke about that, the ending of which was, "Ain't no flies on brother." You too, my friend.