Hunting Poem by Kaysen Fraker
Hunting
Hunter
yeah
you could call me that
it fits
However
I don't hunt just anything
my prey is very specific
very rare
My prey is something any man would seek
something to treasure
to be admired
to be loved
A hunter is what you could call me
but my prey only has one name
its name is love
and she holds my heart in her hand.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
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