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Author Name: Freeoldguy 2 Comments
Date Added: October 20, 2009 08:10:36 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Bear Hunt

early morn still dyed with darkness
star speckled sky in shadowed frame
cold to touch these metal boxes
constraining dogs with vicious names

end of trail shall be its start
empty but to departed scents
stir the souls from frosted blankets
crawling slowly from steaming tents

sharply cutting through painted fog
through the dimly rays of light
come the hound’s impatient baying
embarking all in doleful fright

over the broken forest wonders
over the brush strewn through the trees
over the rotted logs of midnight
carry their cries on the warming breeze

howls of thunder echo the forest
tears of fright upon its face
snapping teeth of death extended
igniting the dogs to give it chase

eyes extended beyond their vision
ears to hear their painful wheezing
weary ghosts grasp air on fire
the bounding, baying dogs are teasing

cradled in the tree’s highest branches
out of reach for man or beast
safety sought but not accomplished
death today … tomorrow’s feast

Author's Notes:
Only once !!         .... hunting with dogs is not my idea of hunting.  No skills needed, just a careful eye as to where to put the bullet.  The bear stood little chance.
Never again ...       Gene
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Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on October 20, 2009 09:45:46 AM Report
I feel like you do.... about this...
If your going to hunt do it the right way...
 Being from Texas we hunt the right way...

Comment By: FreeLady Dragonwyck on October 20, 2009 09:06:20 AM Report
Gene:  great write.  I'm from Texas and my grandpa and my dad used to deer hunt on grandad's ranch.  No dogs, just their shootin' skills and then venison for the freezer.


Lady D



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