Haunted Hunter Poem by Phil Soar

Haunted Hunter



The target did not move, the hunter had it in his sights
It turned and looked straight at him as his finger was uptight
The beauty of the animal was not lost on this figure
And moments after this embrace, he could not pull the trigger!

Friday, July 17, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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