Hunted Things... Poem by Connetta Jean
Hunted Things...
As i stood benieth
the tall trees
i saw a old deer stand
hidden from view...
where the presence
of hunters
can not be seen
across the fields.
a pond sits behind me
cold and inviting..
soon the footprints
that seem to stroll
so peacefully
across the white field
will cease to be.
someone will be waiting....
unlike me
the shots will capture
a life
not a moment...
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