Windsor's Downfall

• Daniel McCullough, Grade 6, Dalby Christian College
• Poetry
• 2016

Excellence Award in the 'Word Zone 2016' competition

As I stalk along the dry creek bed
Searching for pigs the farmer wants dead,
Windsor my pig dog is rearing to go,
A mouth full of teeth to the pigs he will show.
First we must find them out here in the sticks,
It's just not that easy with all of their tricks,
Now Windsor is restless the pigs must be near,
I stare into the distance; I have no fear.
The mozzies are biting as dusk is approaching,
The crickets are chirping while the frogs are croaking,
It is getting dark out here in the wild,
The stars are shining the climate is mild.
I look around - Windsor's out of sight.
A noise in the bushes! A pig! Let's fight!
I aim my rifle, sweat trickles down my face,
I pull the trigger. Windsor was in the wrong place!