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the hunter

The Hunter. 

The man who crosses the field carries his shotgun 
tucked into his left arm. In his belt five rabbits hang.
This is not a hobby hunter in camouflage outfit, 
but a mall time farmer who uses the wildlife to 
augment his meager income… his dog that has been 
walking at heel runs in front of him, barks, and up 
from the tall, dry grass a rabbit springs a shot and 
now he has six rabbits hanging from his belt…. 
He will sell his catch later at a hotel or restaurant. 
The man who crossed field, his face is naturally dark, 
by years spent outdoors, walks into a landscape of 
trees and bushes and disappears from view. 

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  1. Date: 10/8/2012 10:37:00 PM

    Jan. Thank you for this awesome poem. Goodnight :-)~ PD

    hansen Avatar jan oskar hansen Date: 10/9/2012 4:13:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    thank you destroyer