15 May 2020 19 Comments
in Décima, Ronovanwrites, sadness Tags: Hunter, Poetry prompt, Syllables
Cruel hunter kills the feamale
Uncaring of her young ones plight.
One wonders will he sleep this night.
Oblivious to storking male
The huntsman sits and quaffs his ale.
Heart broken by loss of his mate
Bear moves in, full of hate.
The human creature kills for sport
For the life he stole he cares nought
Death too gruesome to contemplate.
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May 15, 2020 @ 13:08:23
Great job, sis 💜
May 15, 2020 @ 13:40:58
Thank you Sis my first attempt 💜
May 15, 2020 @ 13:49:26
💜💜💜
May 15, 2020 @ 14:13:28
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May 15, 2020 @ 15:02:29
Some humans have a lot to answer for, Willow. There are many who do care for animals too.
May 15, 2020 @ 15:24:22
I know Robbie and I am grateful for that 🌹💜💜
May 15, 2020 @ 15:17:14
I had to look up storking…
And I so loathe hunters to hunt just to kill. Hunting for meat is ok… anything else, no.
May 15, 2020 @ 15:26:01
I agree totally Dale, perhaps I should of used the more common stalking 🌹💜
May 15, 2020 @ 16:49:38
😉
All good!
May 15, 2020 @ 17:27:15
,😀
May 15, 2020 @ 18:54:33
Yep, had to look up storking as well, but that’s what I like about doing challenges, you expand your vocabulary.
Nice Décima. I just like saying Décima, or Espinela. I feel so cultured. I agree with the message of the poem. My family and their friends are hunters but it’s always for food, otherwise they wouldn’t be able to afford a lot of basic necessities. I fortunately don’t have that problem. I went hunting twice. Once for deer, didn’t see any. Once for dove/pigeon. I shot high. (That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.)
Thanks for joining in on the challenge. I know it’s going to take a while to get going.
May 15, 2020 @ 17:31:33
I have flummoxed a couple of people using storking instead of stalking, sorry. Hunting for food is fine But for trophies or the thrill of it no! I like this new, to me genre I shall keep trying 💜
May 16, 2020 @ 07:03:38
I haven’t come across this form before. I think I meant to join in with this then forgot! Lol. You did a great job Willow. ❤
May 16, 2020 @ 07:30:32
Thank you Marjie it’s very unique I think … But then all genre of poetry is unique.💜💜💜
May 16, 2020 @ 08:14:03
Yes there are so many different forms Willow. All good to try! 🙂 xx
May 16, 2020 @ 10:02:34
It certainly is 💜
May 23, 2020 @ 01:52:21
Hunters….always makes my heart ache at their cruelty…. 💔
May 23, 2020 @ 04:41:20
Yes mine too Betty 💜💜
May 28, 2020 @ 21:10:20
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