The Dark Side Of Me

I write. Sometimes I write good things. Sometimes not. If I get one good line on a page, I feel lucky. As you know, this has been a life time affliction. I am not obsessed or driven but rather when it is time to write, it just happens.

Today I am feeling dark so I am sharing a dark poem.

WARNING: May evoke bad thoughts about hunters. Not my purpose as I am a hunter. It is a tale of the first successful hunt with my dad.

THE HUNT

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Touched softly with my toe

It did not move

The deer's eyes were open.

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My bullet had spoken

Traveling in

Taking Life out.

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With tear-moistened eyes

I turned

And played at checking my rifle.

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My first trophy

I should be proud

But I could not look.

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Dad understood

And

Closed the eyes.