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Hunting in February

Robert Hull


Hunting in February

Robert Hull


Hunting in February

It's February, and I'm wandering in the countryside seeing things, and the poem is called 'Hunting in February'

Hunting in February

I’m hunting this morning
with the eye and the ear
not the gun.
I’m out to catch the sun

in icy ditches.
I’m tracking two nuthatches
avoiding me
tree after tree.

I peer in each pond,
scan each path
for signs
of wakening earth.

I watch on a fence-post
a dozing hawk
ignoring a crow’s
scold and scrawk,

hear frogs creak
their old hosannas
from the melting pond’s
slimy saunas,

catch a glimpse
at the Rother’s edge
of grayling sunning
under Shopham bridge.

Eye and ear
are the gear to use
for throwing over creatures
the mind’s noose.

You’ll only ever
hold in the heart’s
keepnet the glitter
of sudden kingfisher,

or the clear glance
the fox gives you
paused at the lane’s
edge in rain;

you need no weapon
to bag a fine pheasant
or stalk the heron
at the pond’s rim,

or snare the shadows
clouds pull
across the fields
under Duncton Hill.


from <i>Stargrazer</i> (Hodder, 1997), © Robert Hull 1997, used by permission of the author

Recordings

Robert Hull reading from his poems

1A. Non

2Frost

3Hunting in February

4Hedgehog and Moonlight

5Self-advert for mole programme

6Frogs

7An April Poem

8'Gift Offer - Traditional Wishing Well - £47-50'

9Leaving

10Table

11Sound Countdown

12Houses

13Steam

14English Rules - Not OK

15As, as, as...

16Lambs in May

17Arundel Swimming Pool

18Roman Terror

19The Tale of Sir Toby the Timid

20Galileo's Story

21Space

22The Girl Who Made the Stars - A Bushman Story

23The Maker Said

24When the Creator made the birds

25Things with feathers

26Beginnings

27'Please do not feed the animals...'

28Shiny cheery poem

29High Tide

30Sea-side September

31Useful phrases for when you're on holiday

32Hedge

33Deer's Skull

34Autumn Flood

35Swallows in September

36Starting School - Preston 1912

37December

38Snow

39Robin at Christmas

40It's Christmas So....

41For Imogen - newly arrived

42Peace Process

43Recent History Lesson

44Ping Feng

45Humpty, the true story

46Evening Song

47Shadows

48The Graveyard by Croston Church School

Books & cds by Robert Hull