Saturday, January 9, 2010

The Hunt

This fedid folly starts anew in jungle,
desert or mountain view. Sometimes
streets and alleys do. What is the game
Reserved for few of those who we can
persue. Rabbit, duck, boar or hind
perhaps we'll stalk a kindred kind
Dangerous and elusive too. A prey
thats venomous and few where peace
and mercy is no bon se vous. Rangers
never tarry where the antelope and
Grizzly bear have only meat, hide and
hair. And you must keep your weapons
Sharp when out tracking after dark.
Then let us count the kills and see
how we have done our infamy.
The labour of our souls will be no less
When they count you and me.














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