Billy Loving


A Stroll During Hunting Season - Poem by Billy Loving

Pounding of the heart
Awakening with a start
A gun's loud retort
My peaceful slumber cut short
Rising tide of panic within
Chilling breeze on my clammy skin

I hear the leaves rustle
Behind the bushes I hustle
Eyes scanning all around
Hearing the footsteps as they touch the ground
An image takes shape through the trees
My panic it does ease

A friendly greeting
Pleasing, joyous meeting
Grinning hunter with his prey
My fear it does allay
His prize I plainly see
There will be, no more sleeping in the woods for me

Topic(s) of this poem: meeting

Form: Couplet


Comments about A Stroll During Hunting Season by Billy Loving

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (11/5/2015 7:01:00 PM)


    Pounding of the heart
    Awakening with a start......Wonderful and expressive sharing really. Wisely penned.10
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 5, 2015



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