A poem to celebrate this eternal harbinger of winter.
I watch you in the winter’s sky as billions have before
Looking down the arrow’s shaft, the flight held to your jaw
You’ll never miss, nor ever kill the prey that you aim for
Condemned for all time to be a Hunter.
That's very short for you John, I was just getting comfortable with a cuppa & a 'ob nob. Didn't even have a sip ?.
Good one though!
Thanks for the Likes, Pete, Holden and Stephen.
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John Coopey
Wed 10th Nov 2021 18:00
In one of his long stories, Stephen, Tolkien has one of his characters say to a hill, “‘Hill’? That’s a very little word for something so big and old”.