Follow the scent,
lost in the trees,
shadows surround,
blessing of breeze.
Blinded with fear,
ready for flight,
begging for cover,
the dark of night.
Will she be free
from the one that consumes,
or wills he join her Mother
in a green wooded tomb?
Why must she hide,
must live in fear,
ah, this you know,
the hunter is near.
Author notes
another one written a few weeks before school ended. i need to serious come up with a better writing style. the repetition is starting to eat my eyes out.
Written May 29th, 2005
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I liked it. I like nature and wild animals a lot. The style doesn't bother me very much, it would have to do that for a great many stanza's before it became irritating to me.
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i didn't really put a real end on this poem because no ending ever came to me...i guess it's just an ongoing situation
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I liked everything up until:
Why must she hide,
must live in fear,
ah, this you know,
the hunter is near.
And my only problem with this is, it just doesn't seem to end the poem. It's like, with this stanza, you could have kept this poem going a few more stanzas. Just my opinion though. Other than that, I totally liked this. And I adore your writing style. I can't seem to stick with a format. Atleast you found a writing style.
Heart you dear.
Leah
Oh, on a side note: how's your vacation going so far?
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