The Hunter
I watch you in the winter’s sky as many 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.
I watch you in the winter’s sky as many 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.
This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.
<Deleted User> (6895)
Wed 16th Feb 2011 20:56
this poem suits my usual preference John,short and neat-very! its worthy of a kiss-but I aint got me lippy on.