Desistance Hunting - Poem by Keith Johnson
The pursuit of happiness is alright
And a fine delight for a chase
But latterly I have found
That happiness surprises me.
In my case persistence hunting
Left me breathless and agonized
As the bucks and harts would break
Into the thickets and shadows.
But if I sit quietly like an ancient wizard
Under a blossomed tree, it comes shyly
At first, the chaste, unhindered unicorn
And crowns my lap.
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