The Hunter

The deer graze in the grass of the plain
The blood pumping through the small winding viens
A small noise in the distance
Of creatures running with persistance

The deer turn and flee
Running strait into me
I jump up and growl
They realize they have run afoul

I jump through the air
With just a single care
Without them I would not thrive
Without them we would not survive





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Written on 2006-02-25 at 16:13

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Mary
yeesh! yet awesome! :D
2006-02-26


PoeticProcrastination
You don't see many poems that rhyme something with "persistance"...nice!
2006-02-26