Souls shiver from beyond
as unheard screams echo
blind eyes never respond
there is always an exception
A young boy loves nature so
he hids to watch fox cubs grow
Daily he waits at the foxes lair
to glimpse the young ones there
The vixens away in fields of corn
hunting for food for the young she's born
when Joe hears the hunting horn
Home he flys, in the twinkle of an eye
He takes a herring from the fridge
to drag along the fields and bridge
No thoughts for himself, must be brave
He puffs and pants the fox to save
The baying dogs upon his heels
he surely knows how the hunted feels
Some pro-death and some pro-life
He's reached by the huntsman and his wife
Some are kind and some are not
this man's temper was red hot
He thrashes with his riding crop
across little Joe's face
Tears appear in the young boy's eyes
he forgets the pain, it's tears of joy
He knows the vixen can feed her cubs
It was a mission of pure love
In yonder hills of lilac blue
the hunters ride away
Taking their darkness of mind
and the dogs that bay
A contest entry
- Options Galore, Well a few anyhow to use your imaginations!!! xx by hearts blossoms.
850 points, ended March 6, 8 entries
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Comments
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I will be honest here...this poem could not get my attention. It had a good point, though. It would also be easier if you used some punctuation. Thank you for entering, and best of luck.
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THIS IS A GOOD POINT AND I HATE THIS SPORT, your rhyme was all over the place in this so the poem though its intent and imagery was good the flow was weak
abigail
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