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narrative verse

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Harried by hounds the stag is spent.

He is worn out and terrified.

Enters my gates by accident,

In search of somewhere he can hide.

 

He finds safety in a stall

which has long been unoccupied.

He’s found his haven after all.

 Because I instantly decide.

 

To bar my gates against the hounds

and to the idiots who ride.

They will not trespass on my grounds.

The law is firmly on my side.

 

The stag is safe and free to stay.

I will ensure he is not harmed

 until the hunters go away.

He has no cause to be alarmed.

 

I’ll set him free to go his way

 when he regains his energy.

They must forego their kill today.

 The Stag is no mans enemy.

 

I hate the men who hunt for sport

 the harmless creatures of the wild

Who they can kill without a thought.

Our views can not be reconciled

 

They will return from whence they came

slowly and dejectedly.

Because I spoilt the little game

They’ll ban me from their company.

 

A ban that will not worry me

 although they are convinced it will.

I much prefer the company

of the wild deer they hope to kill.

 

The Stag appear to understand

 although it watches warily.

That it is safe by my command

 and he is resting easily.

 

When it grows dark I’ll turn him loose

back to the freedom that he knows.

I am quite sure he won’t refuse .

Though I’ll be sad to see him go.

 

He was not born to be confined.

He has a nobler destiny.

Protecting his small flock of hinds

 and raising up a family.

 

I think he knows I wish him well

and looks at me before he goes.

He has no tongue in which to tell.

But I am certain that he knows.

 

Tuesday, 16 March 2010

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Reviews

[Sunflower/Sara Kendrick]

Great write about nature...Good rhyme and rhythm...Sunflower

[x]

A powerful write and absolute congratulations on its content. This hunting is a tradition from a time long past and sometimes, things are best left where they were as we grow as human beings but I do also wonder that for all our development throughout the centuries, just how far we have made it from our feral beginnings?
A stella poem and a truly amazing story to boot and I am sure the stag is very grateful you had the courage to stand up for what you believe in....me too!