At five a pheasant called me.
I had heard a constant cackle
in an open bedroom window
from where she had her nest
and cared for all her chickens.
So I stole out with my camera
for an exciting morning shoot
but she rose up at the dawning,
broadcasting her protestations
that I was an intruder, prying
into her private family affairs.
This poem also appears in The Singing Woods, a collection of poems by Matt Mooney.
About the Poet: Born in Kilchreest, Loughrea, Co. Galway in 1943, Matt Mooney has lived in Listowel since 1966. His first book of poetry Droving was published in 2003 and this was followed in 2010 by Falling Apples. Earth to Earth (2015) and The Singing Woods (2017) were both published by Galway Academic Press. His poems have appeared in ‘Feasta, West 47, First Cut, The Applicant, The Kerryman, Duilleoga, Striking a Chord, The Connaught Tribune and The Galway Review, Poetry on the Edge and read on Radio Kerry.
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