Monday, March 10, 2014

who hunts ,the hunter, the hunted?

   

Look and don't say a word
Learn, learn from a hunt
It walks with slow
Light as a droplet of a snow
Falls as a drop
Moves as a ghost
Hide beneath the dark
Coming with a look
Consecrated as hulk
Moves with slow
Tries not to show
To get its hunt
Not to loose its chance
To be so elegance
When it does know
He jumps as a storm
Not let no chance
To be escape or run
Surrounds with fence
Of fear and sense
Of terror and fear
But when he does
 He found he trapped
By wide eyes
That made him tied
Not only eyes by hearts
   


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