Hunter
Hunter
Ears are prone on the ground
To catch vermin's motion sound.
Up empty skies, eyes are cast-
In the dark sea they're steadfast .
On the veld, the long nose,
Trails to catch a whiff while close.
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Writers are a Natural Hunter
Of Gist and not the blind punter.
Fishing Gist in the deeper wild
With Guts is his or her brainchild.
Sometimes, the hunt of the day
Bestows Hunter no bag to flay!
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