When Man Comes A-Hunting
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

