Of man and beast and nature's pride,
There is no place its prey can hide.
Of night scopes made by man's design,
No hunter's lens is quite so fine.
No stealthy native's step or stride
Can match his gentle walk and glide.
No patient man can wait so long
In nature's world where they belong.
It's not the large or brutish beast
Who could secure his common feast.
Through quickness, guile, and patient wait;
No prey escapes his paws of fate.
And no one would or could now say,
What prey he might put on display,
In mounted form, in this my den;
The only place he's gentle in.
And this is where you knew he'd be
Sitting here right next to me.
While I caress his wondrous fur,
And hear again his loving purr.
I like this poem, it's not as good as 'Sorry', so I'll give it an 8. Ki o tsukete kudasai! (Please take care!)
Good job Greenwolfe. I love the gentle irony of the fierce hunter affectionately purring in your lap. My cat Zoe and I aren't so far different. He might mount a mole above the mantel and I might choose a Big Mac box for my trophy.
good poem Greenwolf; i have voted also to incluse u into the top 500 poets with respect to number of voters...all the best
This is a very different peice.. not your best but still well writen.
I really liked this one. a little different formating, but all was well. awesome write.
Great description of hunter and prey...I like this poem alot.
It was okay. Not truly my cup of tea but out of the few I have read of yours one of the better ones. Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I read it three times. I like how it flows. Great poem. Thank you for inviting me to read it.