Shore Line Hunter Poem by Denis Martindale

Looking somewhat underhanded,
Like bandits planning things,
The black and white falcon landed,
Perchance to rest his wings...
Surveying more than scenery,
Intending on a meal,
Upon the shore beside the sea,
No guilt inside to feel...

For guilt would mean he'd starve, of course
And that would never do,
That's why he stared without remorse
Beneath the sky so blue...
When I observed him all alone,
Binoculars held fast,
I pondered on life's lessons shown
With memories that last...

The strong and weak no friendships share,
The hunter knows his prey,
That's why he pounces without care,
So hunger's kept at bay...
Not all eat berries, fruits or seeds
Or chew green grass like cows,
That's why each hunter truly needs
The prey that God allows...



Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2014.


The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Shore Line Hunter'.


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