The Hunter Belly to the floor, I watch at the horizon, shimmering in the distance. The wind nark it on through the dry savanna grass, like a down through harvest The reflection of my grasp glistens in the sun. And inwardly my sights lies my prey A beast, a social lion, an incredible catch Hugging the strand I crawl invariably so closer, eluding its senses. And from within my belt I move back a fresh tone arm and silently slide it into place, Like a nipper through flesh With the constant patience of a poised lion I gaze down my glassy sight And retain for a full view. Patience, Patience, Patience, Then, unconscious of the hunter that stalks him, He strides bug out from below his tailing tree, solely pauses, as if to stop and think. Swiftly I decline my aim, until the whirl is clean Now, in complete(a) space and with my prey poised, I blackmail the trigger realising a ray to salvageze all time. It was quick, It was clean, It was sharp, It was, The spotless photo By Nick Lilleyman Thx for commenting man. Its all in the plough in the death :D (For all those........
people out there, the hunter is a lensman lol.) Its a good fit with good use of words, scarce i felt that this meter didnt truly combine really well, it kinda sounded like stop-starting only if anyways good work This is a rattling good verse. The metaphors that are utilise are quite excellent. However, legato though it is a free verse poem, I do think that it should still flow similarly to a poem that rhymes. Good effort though. I really enjoyed it. Reminds me of the story I submitted called Found You! Its got a twist like that, if you ever deed it out. Like I said, I really liked it. unspecific job! If you want to get a full essay, rate it on our website:
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