Woodland Hunter Poem by Denis Martindale

The woodland hunter sparrow hawk,
Was on the prowl again,
Sometimes to fly, sometimes to walk,
Not knowing where or when...
Perchance to find another meal,
Sustaining life once more,
Because when hunger pains are real,
Such truths none should ignore...

Though it may be a sunny day,
With birdsong on the breeze,
When hunger's felt, it's bound to stay
And grant no life its ease...
While creatures roam the countryside,
Life's battles must persist
And sometimes there's no place to hide,
No chance to co-exist...

So life was all that he could own,
As long as he'd survive,
All hunters bear that heart of stone,
For that's the way they thrive...
No takeaways to fill the void,
No restaurants at all,
No wonder hunters look annoyed,
When hunger comes to call...


Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2014.


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


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