The Hunt

The Hunt:

A lottery with very slim chances.

Fake smiles but knowing glances.

Eyes glow at night.

Whispers fly with a feathers weight,

Yet still weighed down by words of hate.

Teeth bared to fight.

Caustic words for breaking will.

Snickers follow to seal the kill.

Taken with one bite.

Author's Note

Yep.

Reviews

[Mockingbird]

this sounds like a scene with two guys fighting over a girl. it is inevitable that it will be a blood-thirsty rivalry, but whatever it takes to get the girl they are willing to take that chance...or you're right, two alpha males fighting for the female in the jungle or wilderness. excellent poem full of multiple metaphors.

[katnisscat]

I was actually thinking of bullies. Like, how when they pretend to like them, but they kinda look at their friends with that look that says, "oh, her." And in the second stanza, rumors spreading. And then the confrontation. But, It could be what you said too. In fact, I've never thought of that before. Thanks for giving me another perspective!!

[Maddi Snowden]

This is chilling! I love the rhyming and metaphor. The second stanza, first line is beautiful. Well written.

[sonnetmoon]

This poem has a good structure. Also I love the description you use within your poem. To improve you should make it longer and use more metaphors. Other than that I like it. Well done. I hope you continue to write more.
-sonnetmoon

[PoetryPenPal]

I love the second paragraph! It is very good! The personification you gave the whispers is just astounding! I really liked your poem!

[katnisscat]

Thank you so much!!!

[PoetryPenPal]

My pleasure!