A Mordacious Wind
The wizened hunter had but one cartridge
remaining, this was no trifle matter.
For he’d been attacked by a hungry horde
of rats when he took shelter in a cave.
And now, a mordacious wind was morphing
into a severe storm, and he was scared.
Yet, he had to loiter there until dawn,
for the blizzard’s wrath had imprisoned him.
The mere thought of his starving family,
would elicit nightmares, and pangs of guilt.
For he felt he was shackled to this cave,
and unable to hunt, to bring them food.
(12 lines - 91 words)
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2017