A Snipe and a Marksman

Once there was a marksman He was in the woods to hunt He met a snipe as he was on his way. Snipe said “don’t hunt my kids if you confront them” As they have gone in the forest to play”. The marks said, “ Alright” He took a few steps and came back He asked the snipe, “But how shall I know they’re your kids? Tell me something about what they look like?” Or any other marks on their bodies? Oh, Marksman, they’re the most beautiful kids! Nodding not to shoot them, went on his hike When he returned to the same spot Where he has met the snipe He held a string of young snipes Looking at the string holding her own kids The snipe started crying looking at her dead kids. Oh, why didn't you shoot me in my kids’ stead? I’ve shot the ugly I could find instead. The snipe said “Woe to me, don't you know” fool”? Moms think their children the most beautiful”. +++++++ June 21, 2014 (Originally posted on 11/23/11) Form : Free Verse Dr. Ram Mehta Second Place Win Contest: Story poem by Carol Eastman