Saleh Ben Saleh Poet Rhyme

The hunter who became the prey

There was a hunter,
who lived for game.
His mind was strong,
but thoughts were lame.
He met a deer,
who changed his life.
She stabbed his heart,
with a hunting knife.

The mighty hunter,
became the prey.
He lost his heart,
in a game he played.
He never thought,
the day would come.
For a mighty hunter,
to be a bum.

To those who hunt,
and do the same.
A deers feelings,
are not a game.
An honest man,
should be sincere.
A deers heart,
to him is dear.

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Darlene De Beaulieu July 22, 2024 at 11:05 AM Hello Saleh, I believe that when an animals being hunted that it is for food. I say this for a reason. some hunters kill a deer a bear and leave the bodies there where it lays. Their babies do not have a mother. that is so sad. Some hunters cut the head of the animals and hang them on the wall. I don't like that. Enjoy your day my frikend. /Darlene./ Darlene De Beaulieu July 22, 2024 at 2:34 PM Hello Saleh, Thank you Saleh. Oh! Yes i see your point Yew Saleh, many men do this to women. You hid your words well m y friend. Your welcome my friend. /Darlene/ Saleh Ben Saleh July 22, 2024 at 11:20 AM Hello Darlene, You are right and have a valid point of view. However, there is a twist to this poem and I was referring to men who chase women for fun and pleasure, regardless of their emotions. Which is as bad as killing animals for fun. No offense to anyone. I wanted my words to be hidden rather than in plain sight. Thank you my friend. Saleh