Trappers Poems - Poems about Trappers

Wizened elf researched the fly trappers as well as he could. They were wreaking havoc and destruction in the deep north wood. How do you get them to stop? He asked, looking them up at will. Unfortunately, you have to push them out a bricked over window sill. We don’t have those wizened elf lamented, now worried. He heard the...

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I’m a trapper! How are you? I’m a trapper, too. Then there’s a tragedy of us! Heh, heh! Aren’t you too close… your loophole… DON’T SHOUT! You know, the tiger is staring at us! FREEZE! Take a look! Let’s look through a crack. There’s a gang of buffallo murmuring a prayer. Look at that brook The tiger is trying to… Then? What a good opportunity … For us,...

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The cabin was smelly and warm, made toasty by three old trapping buddies. Dick, the coyote man, Mark, the mink maestro, and Always-alive Raccoon Roy. Raccoon Roy lit up his cigar, and offered the boys one. He had been handing these sixty-five year old boys cigars since they were eight; as he had twenty-four...

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IDEA TRAPPERS I take a semblance of a hen A hen conceives an egg And brings forth an egg The conditions have to be right Or else there could never be eggs or hens If that be the end of a story Even so The hen after the pain of delivery The hen does brood the eggs In hunger and thirst In patience and focus And the...

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There was left no middle, of the path. It was a washed- out theme and negative numbers. No bounce in the steps. You were cowering in terror of tomorrow. The fear overwhelmed the alp. It was a family feud, from ashes to bones. The mixed cadence was sending the wrong signals to the walls. The voices now come on the street, for traditional wars, in change of seasons....

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