On The Hunt Poem by Gert Strydom

From days of yore men did do the hunting,
did benison to the table bring
and did find the women to fill their lives
but slow or maybe faster still this is changing.

Nowadays some women are on the hunt for men
as debutantes by the Bishop blessed these women
as virgins in packs or sometimes battalions
like hungry wolves do snap at the heels of bachelors but then

they also use makeup as camouflage does on their own act
where hiding behind innocence soldiers they are,
do sometimes paint their nails and eyes black
and very, very wily do launch a attack
that leaves no mark or any scar
to find, capture and tame a man
as best as they can

until he does his fellow brothers leave at the bar
to be with her and drive her wherever she wants in his car
and intoxicated by her love his best friends he does forget
and before he knows it he does land in front of the wedding altar

but much more sly, cruel and with years of skill
are the older cougars that are masters at the kill
where constantly they are on the hunt with a kind of witchery
from which very few young men can escape,
do slap their fingers and they do dance at their will
and they do bend young men into their sexual rites
do have them entertain them through days and nights.