The Hunter Belly to the floor, I behold at the horizon, shimmering in the distance. The wind screw through the dry savanna grass, desire a mow through harvest The reflection of my background signal glistens in the sun. And within my sights lies my prey A beast, a affable lion, an incredible catch Hugging the ground I go ever so closer, eluding its senses. And from within my belt I draw a fresh cartridge and silently microscope slide it into place, wish a nipper through flesh With the unceasing patience of a poised lion I gaze down my glassy sight And wait for a unspoilt view. Patience, Patience, Patience, Then, unaware of the hunter that stalks him, He strides out from beneath his go after tree, solely pauses, as if to stop and think. Swiftly I limit my aim, until the whirl is clean Now, in complete(a) position and with my prey poised, I blackjack the trigger realising a shot to freeze only time. It was quick, It was clean, It was sharp, It was, The perfect photo By Nick Lilleyman Thx for commenting man. Its all in the twist in the demolition :D (For all those........
mountain out there, the hunter is a photographer lol.) Its a straightforward rime with reliable use of words, but i snarl that this poem didnt really flow really well, it kinda sounded deal stop-starting but anyways good work This is a genuinely good poem. The metaphors that are used are quite excellent. However, still though it is a free verse poem, I do t hink that it should still flow similarly to ! a poem that rhymes. pricy effort though. I really enjoyed it. Reminds me of the story I submitted called put up You! Its got a twist like that, if you ever bit it out. Like I said, I really liked it. spacious duty! If you want to get a full essay, stray it on our website:
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