Of man and beast and nature's pride,
There is no place its prey can hide.
Of night scopes made by man's design,
No hunter's lens is quite so fine.
No stealthy native's step or stride
Can match his gentle walk and glide.
No patient man can wait so long
In nature's world where they belong.
It's not the large or brutish beast
Who could secure his common feast.
Through quickness, guile, and patient wait;
No prey escapes his paws of fate.
And no one would or could now say,
What prey he might put on display,
In mounted form, in this my den;
The only place he's gentle in.
And this is where you knew he'd be
Sitting here right next to me.
While I caress his wondrous fur,
And hear again his loving purr.
I think this my favorite so far. It just rolled off my tongue as I spoke your words. Having four of my own, I think you are talking about your cat. Tell me if I'm wrong. ~ Sara
Purrrrrrfect rhythm Purrrrrrfect rhyme Purrrrrfectly Pleasing To tis heart of mine.
I like the flow and the way the rhyming makes it sound. Truly there is thrill in the hunt.
I kind of disagree with Katie Unknown.. i believe it is one of your best simply because its different. shows versitility on your part. important quality for a poet to posses. great work
I really liked this one. a little different formating, but all was well. awesome write.
Great description of hunter and prey...I like this poem alot.
It was okay. Not truly my cup of tea but out of the few I have read of yours one of the better ones. Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Feline hunters! Wonderful...until the decide to bring home the trophy and leave it on your front step...: -) You had me in suspense until the very end...so nice. Hugs, Dee