Title: Hunted
Run little fox, run
Hide from the Hunter
Rush, dive, pant
Try as you might
He is ever near
You thought this a game
Now its nothing but pain
You run, hide, and try to avoid
He's right there
Looking down at you
You still run
Not wanting to be caught
No where is safe
He knows your tricks
You hear him
He's right behind you
You find yourself caught
He looks down at you
A smile upon his lips
Reaching down,
He give you a light nudge with his large nose
"Tag, your it."
He says with a grin
Then darts off into the woods upon all fores
You race after him
His scent well within the air
Your determined to catch him
In this game of hunt
Between you the fox,
And he the wolf
~Games~
Poem (c) to Keisha A. MaKainn of Ankh Listings
 Keisha MaKainn · Tue Feb 13, 2007 @ 08:34pm · 0 Comments |
