Curtis Moorman Poet Sonnet

The Archer

SONNET IN THE WIND
(The Archer)


Hark! What wind doth blow in yonder forest
Stirring the spirit of a long dead archer
In his endless search for the unwary doe
He stealthily lifts his bow – aiming hurriedly
His shot misses – his prey flees – frightened 
Alas! He trudges onward – eyes peering intently
A huge buck with antlers like a tree
Suddenly looms on the horizon
He sniffs – testing the wind for signs
Is danger lurking near
The twang of the bowstring alerts his keen senses
He pivots swiftly – his white tail flashing
He bounds away – snorting contemptuously
The archer – stirred by the wind – is seeking still

God, in His infinite wisdom gave animals instinct
Given also to man, but man fails to embrace it

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Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart October 18, 2017 at 12:14 PM Wonderful pen Curtis! Is this for the contest? If not it should :) xomo! Curtis Moorman October 18, 2017 at 12:18 PM Thanks, Maureen for your kind remarks. Yes, I submitted it for the contest and added the final two lines as suggested to give it a sonnet with a twist. I appreciate your response. It really means a lot!