Cynthia BuhainBaello

Gold Star - 9,990 Points (November 17,1949 / Manila, Philippines)

The Hunter (Narrative Poetry) - Poem by Cynthia BuhainBaello

His time and wealth all there
For him, possessed just to enjoy
But hunting was a pleasure where
His shooting skills he could employ.

Flew his plane to the island
At will, he shot the fleeing birds
The gun obeyed his able hand
Only the sound of death was heard.

One shot took down the creature
Its partner gave a chilling cry,
As though its heart the bullet tore
Seeing its Love, fall there to die.

Around, around, it wailed in anguish
A bird lamenting the one it lost
It would not leave the love it cherished
Unmindful of what it would cost.

The man was dazed, he felt its pain,
It tormented his ears with grief.
Shot it down where its love had lain
Sealed the union, though it was brief.

That day he left, and never came back.
Vowed never more to kill for pleasure
The bird had shown what he really lacked,
Real peace and concern for Nature.

Cynthia Buhain Baello

Comments about The Hunter (Narrative Poetry) by Cynthia BuhainBaello

  • Brian Jani (6/5/2014 10:31:00 AM)

    Wow Cynthia this poem is awesome (Report) Reply

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  • Caroline Bulleck (11/14/2012 9:59:00 PM)

    This has such a strong message and is so touching and flows so nicely. I really like it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 14, 2012

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