Pat Adams Poet Quatrain

A Hunter I'Ll Never Be

I dreamed of being a hunter
But nothing as big as a bear
Starting off with a small creature
Maybe, that chipmunk over there

Suddenly some guy yelled, "AL......VIN!!"
And about scared me half to death
I asked, "Why did you yell so loud?"
Once I had gotten back my breath

He said, "That chipmunk's a singer"
"You can't shoot him, now take a walk!"
I asked, "How can he be singing?"
I didn't even know they could talk!

You'd of thought, I was the devil
With that mean look, he shot at me
Turns out now, I'm more like the prey
I guess, a hunter I'll never be!

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Lindsay Laurie September 19, 2018 at 8:34 PM G'day Pat ... I'm no hunter either, and I often wonder how many hunters there would be if animals and birds had weapons - thanks Pat - Lindsay Pat Adams September 20, 2018 at 7:25 PM Very few to my reckoning!.........Thanks for commenting Lindsay!......80)

Darlene De Beaulieu September 16, 2018 at 1:08 PM Hello Pat this poem is cute. It made me smile. Have a nice day my friend. Pat Adams September 16, 2018 at 3:04 PM I'll take cute over horrid any day!!! Thank you so much Darlene!.................pat

Line Gauthier September 16, 2018 at 9:39 AM LOL - serves you right, Pat - shooting at chipmunks! Pat Adams September 16, 2018 at 12:09 PM I know what was I thinking?.......80)

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart September 16, 2018 at 9:30 AM Alvin, Simon and Theodore applaud your decision ;) FUN! xomo Pat Adams September 16, 2018 at 12:09 PM Awww. Thank you Maureen!.........80)