The Hunt Poem by Marcel Aouizerate

The Hunt



Two hours into the hunt
As the frigid mist has long
Burned off to the rising sound.

Part of the test reveals itself
Intentionally and part is
Sheer ineptitude.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
S.zaynab Kamoonpuri 08 December 2013

A misty foggy day hunt poem, perhaps in metaphor. Wow par excellencé! Pls answer my riddle poem too.

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