This house has been far out at sea all night,
The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills,
Winds stampeding the fields under the window
Floundering black astride and blinding wet
Till day rose; then under an orange sky
The hills had new places, and wind...
I have killed too. One time as a teenager aged 12-13 perhaps I had a gun and was shooting stuff like bottles or something. I saw a bird land on a phone pole a long way away. It was windy and an uphill shot. There was no chance of me hitting the bird. I aimed and...