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The Hunted

A.W. Nutter

The landscape lay virgin and white
Warm breath fogging the morning air
Resting during the day, hunting at night
Hunger driving you from a secluded lair

The sun revealing diamonds in the snow
Making it hard to follow the deers progress
Testing the tension of the homemade bow
Survival depends on killing the defenseless

Instincts scream, do not cross the field
Demons are searching, they never rest
Foolish child, you must stay concealed
Shelter was provided deep in the forest

The deer fail to notice death approaching
As the arrow seeks out one creatures heart
Falling to your knees you silently start praying
God, capture this animals spirit as it departs

Body of the conquered, provides fading heat
Darkness fills your eyes, stars explode into view
Nothingness follows, consciousness in retreat
Life slowly returning, everything looks askew

Your feet are dangling slightly off the ground 
Involuntarily shivering from lack of warmth
The creaking of old timbers the only sound
As your body gently sways back and forth

Barn door swings open, true fear walks in  
Retrieving a steel bar from a dark corner
Void of compassion as he listens to Satan
This once loved man became a stranger

A rough hand caresses your ribs and back
Demon laughing as you try to move away
Enjoying your agony waiting for the attack
A mocking voice says, welcome home stray

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Date: 4/19/2011 2:26:00 AM
Wowow!!.....very absolutely sweet! this poem of yours...!!.... 7!!
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Date: 2/28/2011 3:07:00 AM
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Date: 2/28/2011 3:06:00 AM
wow!!!!! love the hunter becomes his own hunt within nice !!! unless im reading it wrong
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Date: 2/13/2011 6:16:00 AM
Terrific reading Anthony. Love the stories your poetry gives us. Have a lovely Sunday....:)
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Date: 1/16/2011 6:51:00 AM
Great poem, Anthony! Well written! And thank you for your comment on "Heavy Rain" which I retitled into Constant Dark Rain to fit for the contest! Have a great week, Gert
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Date: 1/9/2011 12:26:00 AM
Hello Anthony, thanks for your title idea. This poem is indeed profound. It gave me lots to think about. Have a great 2011, Jancarl
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Date: 1/6/2011 6:05:00 PM
nice to catch up again with you Anthony, love this very profound poem, good luck in the new year. Harry
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Date: 12/31/2010 8:06:00 AM
Ahhh, MUCH clearer! The demons ie: the fallen man catches the boy hunter for though he the boy hunted deer, the demons ie the man hunted him..the devil's in the details! MUCH better! Light & Love
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Date: 12/31/2010 7:27:00 AM
Not exactly sure about this one but I know it is about abuse....Sara
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Date: 12/30/2010 5:28:00 AM
So much to ponder here...I believe it's about death and rebirth? It had the flavor of my verse Nightstalker no one much read it ;) too dark...I have only one suggestion [other than for ME to read this over & over] the word "backseat" seems inappropriate?"Nothing follows memories fading drumbeat or Nothing follows as memories fade in retreat"? Thanks for all your kind words and input in 2010.
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Date: 12/30/2010 3:58:00 AM
Wow! You are a more avid poet than me!!! Thanks for your comment on poem. I really appreciate it.
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