The Hunter

In your sight not too far,
It sleeps until the light of day,
Deep breath and lift your extension.
This predator you were born to slay.

Reach behind not too fast,
Silently pull out of its nest,
That slim round tool, sharp to the touch,
And slide it into place, feathers you clutch.

Perfectly nocked onto the thread,
Pull until it almost snaps,
Take your aim at the creature ahead,
And make this a permanent nap.

Release the tension,
Let it soar,
Peirce its heart,
The creature's core.



 

Reviews

[Crysta]

"Ahh..." was I could think at the loss of life at the end of the poem, you've described this well, not something I could do personally.

[Sunshadow Coyote]

remarkably similar to my poem The Warrior(inspired by a friend) lol.....very well written...while you took the process step by step..you took the reader through life step by step. smooth transition, smooth ending. Great work!

[Crifa]

thanks man it means a lot

[John]

I love the way tension is built until the arrow is released. Without it being explicitly stated, the reader in the last four lines is given a strong sense of the hunter's satisfaction with the kill. I think this is very strong writing.

[Odayin]

Jeez I love this one. Great aspect and perspective on hunting. This is the kind of mindset you have when you're buying to survive.
"Deep breath and lift your extension." I knew the you were talking about a bow. Call me crazy but I just could never imagine anything else from you, so naturally, I loved it. I also love the description ofthe feathers, great observation of how or hand would slightly slide over it.
The last stanza was great, I loved the length and it was a great shift. I think this one is one of my favorites from you

[Chemical Kitten]

Good poem. The last stanza, "Release the tension, Let it soar, Peirce its heart, The creatures core." I found to be very powerful. I like how you seem to be the hunter's conscious, telling it to kill it. Adds a interesting view on it.