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[sid] => 9879
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[aid] => Mick
[title] => A Hunter's Glory
[time] => 2003-01-06 17:00:00
[hometext] => Hunters tend not to like this poem. They sight inaccuracies in the reactions of the hunter and prey. The exaggerated arrogance and bravado of the hunter is meant to make a point: that as condescending as the human race is toward the animal kingdom at times, many of the members of that kingdom that are hunted for sport could handily dispatch a human being if our tools and technology were taken out of the picture. I only contend that respect for these animals is certainly deserved.
[bodytext] => Gallant hunter in all his glory
Seeks the hunted, prey for story. At first light the hunter rides As overhead his falcon glides, Hounds at heels of trusty steed, Bow at back and blade to bleed. The smell of hunt trails from the east. Unknown the nature of the beast. The hounds set mark, the hunter draws. The falcon clenches deadly claws. The horse is off at heel of hound. The falcon then by air their ground. Beast in sight, the hunter roars. A great bear on the river's shores. Hounds on haunch with menaced growls, Above the falcon, circling, prowls. An arrow fired, the bear takes stance. The mark a hit, begins the dance. Jump to ground from 'pon the steed. The bear will wound but not yet heed. Another arrow slung to score. The bear now charging, fear no more. The steed has fled, now no recourse. Win or die the driving force. Hunter calls the dogs attack. Tooth and claw the bear fights back. On hound tossed with broken bone, The other crushed with heavy moan. The hunter fears now, beast too great. Large as life now filled with hate. He steps twice back, the bear is reared. Never more a monster feared. One last draw, the hunter aims, But comes bear's paw, and life it claims. The hunter falls and hunt is done. By hunted was the battle won. Now treads the bear back to the streams, And all for nought, a falcon screams. [comments] => 6 [counter] => 323 [topic] => 46 [informant] => SmokinJoeEvil [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => didactic )
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