The Hunt

Form = Free Range Verse The Hunt Mans desire to hunt Testing skills from the beginning of time I had outfitted myself the day before With camouflage, and all the tools of the trade The excitement of catching my prey Outwitting my fellow hunter a plenty Tracking for hours and hours on end Off I went in search of the trophy In my jeep and down the hunters path Being not so familiar with the terrain I often backtracked, here and there Moving from one place to the other Silently and with anticipation Looking forward to bringing home my kills I had already a few scores to my name Now for the final The pièce de résistance That made the hunt all the worth while Bang! I got it Hunts Tomato sauce in Isle seven Oh how good the spaghetti dinner will be Hope she appreciates all the fine hunting you see I have done at Wal-Mart to make this evening show Candles and guitar in the shimmering moonlight The hunter so proud for being her shopping Knight!