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What do you think this W.H. Auden poem is about?

HUNTING SEASON

"A shot from crag to crag,
The tell-tale echoes trundle;
Some feathered he-or-she
Is now a lifeless bundle
And, proud into a kitchen, some
Example of our tribe will come.

Down in the startled valley
Two lovers break apart:
He hears the roaring oven
Of a witch's heart:
Behind his murmers of her name
She sees a marksman taking aim.

Reminded of the hour
And that his chair is hard,
A deathless verse half done,
One interrupted bard
Postpones his dying with a dish
Of several suffocated fish."