Hunter's Warning

A Poem by Tales From the Mad Cafe

Does this lout not truly know

Once I've strung my arrow to bow

Not even crafty prey has a prayer

Whilst stalking near my Hunter's lair

So best not tease and taunt and harry

Best be gone and dare not tarry

For once my arrow has been loosed

Flying true in flesh to roost

Beneath his skin the iron shall fester

And he'll rue the day he tried to best her

© 2011 Tales From the Mad Cafe

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Tales From the Mad Cafe

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"I need no Harvard-bred shrink- my therapy is my verse...." This is a collection of odds and ends, finished and unfinished, short, long, wide, and tall tales. All are written by me, Lilith, and .. more..

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