The Hunter Poem by Chris Embrick
The Hunter
A bitter wind followed the storm
Obscured the passage in its wake
The hunter struggled to keep warm
His only way the frozen lake
A mile from his wife and friends
He saw the shadows closing in
Heard the growls of the pack
His body now too numb to fight
He saw their eyes in the moonlight
The hungry wolves would soon attack
So there on the snow and ice
With one last bullet took his life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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