Hunter
HUNTER
Went on hunting with revolver and gun.
I was zealous and wished to have some fun.
Took snacks in haversack: Bread butter bun.
Leisurely walked, whistling: Took a turn
Met roaring tiger and started to run.
Lost all enthusiasm and vigor.
Trembled as followed by fierce tiger.
Yet to make a friendship, I was eager.
I was civilized but that was vulgar.
It didn't care but rushed to me in anger.
No alternative to escape danger.
Me, ignorant how to press the trigger.
Tiger jumped and swallowed me: I was gone.
09/26/21
'Fart-Tastic Contest' by
Chantelle Anne Cooke
Copyright © Anisha Dutta | Year Posted 2021
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