Itching to Write something.... -- Poetry and Prose

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Date Posted: 21:32:20 06/07/02 Fri
Author: Kay
Subject: Itching to Write something....

First Hunt
Travel through the grasses tall,
make yourself very small.
Look, up ahead!
Deer are there.
Sniff the wind.
Are you down or up from the herd?
They'd scare with a single wisp of a word.
Hush now kids,
Don't make a sound.
Creep forward slowly,
Close to the ground.
Choose your prey carefully,
Wounds they may cause quite painfully.
Pick an old or sick
A healthy buck wouldn't do
Would you want to be
The star of roadkill stew?
Quiet now, no wrestling.
Dear, leave your sister alone.
Think about the juicy meat and licking bare the bone.
Have you chosen your prey?
Creep forward now, slowly
find the best time to strike
soon you'll be in attack range
Not a very long hike.
See how alert the deer are?
But a snapped twig alerts their gaze.
Get ready now, be quick.
Be just a passing haze.
Ready, go! Run run run
Stride your longest
Cruise your fastest
Attack only your chosen one.
Run, run, jump!
Soar through the air!
Ready your claws, now.
Be ready to catch his hair.
Sink your fangs into his neck
Cut off the flow of lifeblood
See there? You've taken your prey
Hold tight to that neck, Son.
Loosen just a little and Zip!
Your prey will be less than one.
See there? No more struggle.
No more fighting for life.
The chest rises and falls no more,
You, my child, has won!

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