The Hunting Game Poem by Tegan McGrath
The Hunting Game
The thud of hooves on the moist dirt ground
The bark of the old blood hound
The crack of the bullet as it shreds through the trees
The scream of the doe as she falls to her knees
The bang of the bullet as it ended the pain
The slide of the knife that he uses for game
The cries of the fawn as it yearns for it's mother
The laughs of the man who cares for no other
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4/24/2024 3:31:32 PM # 1.0.0.1119
that's a good write, Tegan, the last two lines are my fav.