the good hunter

I’ve always been a big fan of poetry. I read it and write it all the time, but have never posted any of mine. Something in my heart provoked me to write this and I want to share it with you.

……………………………………………………………………..

he decides his motives as he goes.

runs into the wind

tries to calm his nerves.

he looks at his prey

stares it down eye to eye

belt full of weapons

and he chases it down.

he grabs it by the neck

just enough to tranquilize it, not enough to kill it

and he holds tight

uses the fur as a tissue

and the hunter cuddles his prey

sobs til he falls asleep.

his prey wakes up

shivers and realizes where it is

tries to bite at the hunter

then stops

and falls asleep, too.

-b

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