Dear Or Deer Hunting
Silently I walk inside the woods of wonder
Vigilant of signs that I seek of prey,
Blending with landscapes display,
Exploring networks without blunder,
Not placing anything into plunder.
Seek to win my prize in anyway.
Never to eradicate, for only play,
Whether mammal or animal sunder.
Both quarries I believe are cunning.
That I have hunted in my life.
Each target has sent me running.
Equally they have given me strife.
As well mutually they are stunning.
Whether my Dear, or Deer, so rife.
Copyright © Cecil Hickman | Year Posted 2014
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