Midnight Pub

the unlucky hunter

~shiloh

It's been a few years, but I'm still kickin. Here's a poem.

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Hot Hands and Zyn cans

Help stem the shivers

Still got all my arrows

In the damn quiver

Three days and nights

In frost, mud, and snow

Maybe a chance I might

Bag a buck with my bow

Saw a convention of bluejays

Squirrels gnawing on nuts

Chipmunks running down the way

And a doe escaping the rut

Last night, stars began to wink

Not a buck did I ever find

I’ll tell you what I think

I had a damn good time.

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~daytrick wrote:

That's a cool poem, thanks for sharing!

~bartender wrote:

What a pleasure to see you around!

> Last night, stars began to wink

> I had a damn good time.

Cheers to that, friend!