Hunters Luck (Another Poem)

"Hunters Luck"

The hour found me venturing to the wood
Cold flakes of snow filled the air
Across the field the forest stood
As if hurrying me to be there

I enter the quiet so tranquil
And give care to look around
Dawns early light reveals a trail
But, a prancing fawn is all I found

Continue on I find my prey
My heart begins to sing
Nothing can define this day
Nor the flakes that seek my cheek to sting

But alas, the freezer will not be filled
For a warning came from the sky
I look to see the squawking crow
Glance down with evil eye

Touché' my old black friend
This round I see ye win
Let not peace for you, the morrow find
For I shall return to hunt again!


TW

You need to get a collection & publish it!