Poems About: HUNTING

You have the power
take on rule and show
what you want
what you really really want read more »

Close my eyes, but he still near,
Open my eyes and I can smell only fear.

Infernal flames all around him I can see, read more »

Like a flock in need of a shepherd
languishing on vagaries of life
open to attacks of predators
from all flanks a sitting duck read more »

With the moon in the sky
And the cry of the alpha
The hunt begins.
Several soundless paws grip the ground read more »

The stars above are so bright,
the blessed moon gives me light,
lights the dark path i took,
a loud howl makes me look. read more »

A future possibility.

3000 A.D. read more »

Before the sun hits Snow Creek
I am there,
ready for the hunt
with my luminescent read more »

The pleasant fluting of the gray shrike thrush to it has a familiar ring
And the mating calls of the koalas can be heard in Mt Eccles in Spring
In the wilds of these volcanic mountains in the Dreamtime in the shade of the trees
The first Human Beings of Australia hunted and had their corroborees read more »

If i were born a Maasai I would live as Maasai do
I would live as my ancestors did and love my cattle too
But I was not born a Maasai that's life one must suppose
The daisy of the paddock can never be a rose. read more »

She creeps upon a midnight clear
three legs to pounce upon her prey
who always run away with ease
from my fearless tortoiseshell Dusty. read more »

Rising pasture as if viewed from angel flight
A mind-blowing beautiful East West imagery

The central topography high up on the hill read more »

When I was seven years old in nineteen fifty four
I hunted for rabbits in old Claramore
With Jack the brown working dog a young dog then
The boys of the fifties are now ageing men read more »