hunter
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Release me from my cage.
Lonely, I sit here filled with rage.
Do you enjoy seeing your prey aroused at the sight of you?
Of course, you do!
Hunter of my soul.
Master of my body.
Be on your way.
Captured, I am not meant to stay.
Break me if you must.
But this bittersweet cage is unjust.
The grass of the backyard
Is a wild jungle,
The clover a dense thicket
A golden hunter,
She tramps through the green
Eyes bright,
His hands are calloused and torn,
browned by the sun as always but
now they are stained red with blood
Silent, he grips
the butt of his rifle with one hand
and a dirty cloth with the other
The hunter's arrow
Sleek and swift
Pointed straight at my foot
What he was aiming for
Could not fly
The clouds were not his friends
Focused too much on the wormy muddle
test me
i dare you:
because one day i will have had enough
and you will realize that though i may be a freak
i am a freak to be reckoned with
so remember that when you go to push me down
A sharp noise in the air
No people to stare
The cold air bites my skin
I wish I could be free
It’s a never-ending hunt and I am the hunted
Wolves grace along
in packs, the
beauty of their
fur ruffle in
the wind, snow,
and sun rays.
All so bright,
the wolf touches
Controlled
The president of stealth
You come upon our domain
Invisible: ghost; roaming within shadows
The scorching Serengeti heat casts a spotlight
Shining on a glorious creature whose life is finite
He enters the land of the stories untold
But he is the hunter whose task is so bold
The Hunter’s Dilemma
The hunter is a proud person
Proud of where he comes from
Proud of what he does
And proud of what he has done.
