Deerslayer

A hunting expedition

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hunting as a sport, has its flavors

Game, in the generic, is an unnamed purpose.

Not until the lion seeks the remedy

For an ailment, quite contrary.

No, not the hyena, despite its laughter

Or the buffalo for its size, bigger.

But a ranger, a forest wanderer

A juicy pretender of  things tender

The deer, with eyes that speak of lights softer

Walking daintily as if on heels of powder.

Noses up turned, as if innocent to slander

Quick as silver when mind is to matter.

Humbled demeanor in a loud exterior

This the lion seeks, like fires consuming tinder.

Not in the mind or the heart of its manor

But in wind, earth, fire and water.

Long the harbinger of excuses in excesses

Meets its end, with a heart that's tireless.

Reviews

[Dove]

I enjoyed reading this and you used perfect imagery. Amazing work

[FJ Davis]

Skillful use of imagery; quite lyrical; decidedly artful.
A pleasure to read.
Excellent work, Sri!