Billy Loving


Poem 820 - Poem by Billy Loving

Slicing through the air
The arrow finding it's mark
as blood starts spurting
From the mortally wounded
Deer kicking in the river

Topic(s) of this poem: hunting

Form: Tanka


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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 23, 2015



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