The Hunt, at Daybreak

guns cocked blasts shock men kill animal's still... world sleeps who weeps

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Kim Rodrigues

Date: 3/19/2024 12:36:00 PM

A broken world we live in.

Hilda Greenhough

Date: 3/19/2024 8:17:00 AM

This very serious poem tells of the fears during violence. I felt the heartbeats of others in this tale.

Sara Kendrick

Date: 3/19/2024 6:49:00 AM

Those that do the hunting mostly do not do the weeping. Some lose their ability to feel for any other living being. Their true emotions have been so hidden deep within that only God can help them. Thanks for sharing this emotive and expressive work with us. Your visit to my page was uplifting. Sara K

Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 3/19/2024 5:31:00 AM

My dad was a hunter--did so that we could eat. I grew up eating squirrel, venison, frog legs, etc. Hunting was necessary but hard for him because he despised killing an animal. He didn't like those hunters who killed just for sport. okay, rambling.

Michael Tor

Date: 3/18/2024 10:30:00 PM

I have a rough Collie that looks like Lassie. Every year during hunting season Tavi my dog stays inside . I do not take him to the country trails for long walks. These hunters would shoot at anything mistaken my dog for a deer. They do it all the time they even shoot little black dogs. Unbelievable and worst of all they accidently shoot people. Stay out of the woods during hunting season... Thanks for sharing Gershon...