Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen Poet Monorhyme

Fear Glares

Man in sportswear is a woodland nightmare.
Dawn, soon, drawing near; he hunts a buck deer.
Near black mama bear with cubs in her lair,
Nothing can compare to that cold dark stare.
His weakened welfare felt fear’s deadly glare.
One man and a bear, they both said a prayer.


1/7/2017

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Mark Martin January 12, 2017 at 3:54 PM Hunter becomes the hunted in six lines. Nicely done! Congrats! :-)

Sandra Haight January 10, 2017 at 7:10 PM A great poem with good internal/ending Monorhymes, Dane! Congratulations on your fine win. Hugs, Sandra

Paul Callus January 10, 2017 at 3:41 PM Why does this remind me of a Western movie...two stare each other in the eyes...mummy bear will fight to save her young! Congratulations on your fine win, Dane Ann! Regards // paul Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen January 10, 2017 at 5:46 PM Thanks for stopping, reading, and congratulation. :) Dane Ann

Kim Rodrigues January 7, 2017 at 10:04 AM Wonderful internal monorhyme, Dane! Hunter, beware!! One of my fave books - Oh no! We're gonna die: humorous tales of close calls in the Alaskan wilderness by Bob Bell. Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen January 7, 2017 at 1:15 PM Cool. So, you say it is a great book! Sounds interesting. I used to dream of settling in Alaska... way back in my younger years! Thanks for stopping by. Hugs ans smiles, Dane Ann.