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The Hunter

His beady eyes scour As he looks for prey This is his territory No-one gets away He shows no mercy What he wants He devours He’s sly and cunning Possesses incredible power His attacks are unexpected Most times he’s unseen Grabs his victims without warning Blood the only evidence he’s been….

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Bill Baker

Date: 2/7/2023 8:19:00 AM

I think of a bird of prey first, but it can apply to any scavenger. Excellent writing, Deb. Thanks for sharing. Hugs, Bill

Patrick Kelly

Date: 2/6/2023 2:17:00 AM

We’ll done Debx I picture a hawk because I just seen one drop out of the sky and take a field mice. Never knew what hit him.

Shirley Hawkins

Date: 2/1/2023 3:09:00 PM

I thought the same as Peter Rees, Deb Is it a feral cat or a Rabid dog? Excellent Poem. Take care, ShirleyX

Ilene Bauer

Date: 2/1/2023 1:24:00 PM

very well described, deb!

Peter Rees

Date: 2/1/2023 8:36:00 AM

Mmm. Have we a metaphor here for totally unpredictable unpleasant happenings in life ? Things we can do nothing about. Or is this a feral cat? Either way, vividly written and made me think. Thanks Deb.