Philip Carter

Rookie - 10 Points (London)

The Hunter Is Now The Hunted - Poem by Philip Carter

He crawls around the tall grass
Nose twitching all the time
His senses on full alert for danger
While hunting for his next meal
A worm appears in front of him
Just slightly out of reach
But a swift run and the worm is his
Lunch has begun
A flash of wings, a gust of air
The grass gets pushed down flat
A squeal of pain, then nothing
Up into the air, his lifeless body is carried
The hunter has become the hunted.

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  • Bronze Star - 2,816 Points Paul Brookes (5/11/2013 5:52:00 AM)

    Nature in action. The circle of life good description BB : O) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 11, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, September 16, 2013

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