When Man Comes A-Hunting

Eve Seace 🦉
Nov 7 · 1 min read

The moon shines down

on damp leaves below

basking the darkness

with a Heavenly glow

Forest creatures scurry

for, after moonbeams vanish,

man comes a-hunting

bullets and knives a-brandish

’Tis best to remain hidden

deep in thickets and briar

when man comes a-hunting

’tis not safe out there

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Eve Seace 🦉

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Transplanted New Hampshirite & USAF veteran now living in TX. BA in Creative Writing (Fiction) from So. NH U. Follow at https://www.facebook.com/EveSeaceAuthor/

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