The Hunter

Sometimes killing is necessary for survival...Sometimes NOT.

A senseless coward crouches robed in leaves and grass,

Peering surreptitiously through his looking glass.

An X is placed upon my friend for such a vermin he,

Beyond sight, sound, and smell, a hunters’ teeth show glee.

In gunpowder smoke a forest king dies never more to be,

With no chance for one last fight, as he sleeps beneath a tree.

The hunter sells his soul without eyes that miss a blink,

Grey hide traded without pause, so forty silver pieces clink.

Female howls and pups will starve, these the evil one despises,

Paw prints fade and soon thereafter a concrete jungle rises.

In no time twisted metals smother Mother Earth,

A wolf in mans’ clothes is born and intends to show his worth.

The geometric jungle spreads, now this creature grown,

A strange new glass then appears an X all of its’ own.

Steady now, slowly breathe, slitted eyes blue bright,

A traitors’ heart is now then marked one shriveled without light.

Patience past, revenge ahead, just a squeeze away,

A puff of smoke and it is done, natures foe is stilled to stay.

The man-wolf slyly grins with a pearly shine,

Teardrops reflect crystal clear the gleeful smile is mine.

Reviews

[Nirupama.H]

Excellent piece.
I loved the flow in the lines. The story is a really powerful and relevant one too.
:)

[Carolynn]

This was written so well - I thoroughly enjoyed reading it. I agree that sport hunting shouldn't be tolerated. I see you also touched on man's impact on nature which is also a huge shame!

[Relic]

The man-wolf is an interesting way to look at him. I've never understood the mentality of the hunter who does it for sport. You wrote this with a top-notch pen. Great writing.