The Barks chop down the
Heavy block of country solitude
And with them comes the
Crippling Peel of the hunters horn.
The white head rises suddenly
Ruminations pause
Long ears, pink inside
Twitch nervously…
Eyes brilliant with acute
Focus stare with a crazed wildness.
It can sense the
Vibrations of doom
Galloping like demons
Let loose from hell
Licking up the distance between
It and death.
Forelegs, raised in a second
Of terrified anticipation,
Hit the ground;
And away it leaps
Frantically,
Trying to outrun death.
….The hunt is on.
A very good imagery...here, life runs desperately on four legs...but where to? Only towards the doom, forced destined... good imaginative write...10
Wow an exciting read of epic proportions yet still it maintains its calm wisdom hidden within the lines
WOW... U HAVE IMAGINED THINGS IN A BFUL PICTERSQUE WAY... LIKE AN EPIC POEM U BUILT IT WORD BY WORD...
Ammmmmazing imagery! hunt hunt and hunt! ............10+++
Wardha, this is exquisite. it is exactly as i saw on NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC ON TV, animals can sense danger from miles. you have very vividly captured the fear, chase. reading it is like watching an actual sequence. lovely indeed 10+
Very nice, , , good expression and a valid thought especially in the age we are living
'Distance between it and death', , , i can feel it, , , , , , , , , , the theme is superb and wrtten in free verse with snetences that need understanding, , well written wardha, , , ,10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hey that's so unfair! ! ! awesome tangent you have ventured on dear friend! ! The gradual unfolding makes the blood of involved reader one with that of hunted