I admit, I have never been a big poetry fan. I use to read and write a bit when I was in High school but that is about it. However, since it’s National Poetry Month in the U.S.A, I though I would post a poem that I wrote in high school. Please try not to laugh. It is a cause I still beleive it today, Animal Rights.
The Hunt
She runs and runs with fear in her eyes-
Those hound dogs coming near and near,
The mean old hunters with their cheery bright clothes.
A baby fawn hears the shot,
Hears the hunters running to get their catch.
A big puddle is found by the deer;
It has not rained for weeks.
A hunter is thirsty and takes a sip.
It’s salty so he spits it out,
Not understanding why.
He doesn’t know the mother’s child was there.
Does he even care?
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