Poem

A hunters grief

01/12/2021 Rijul BallalLeave a comment

Not hubris but lament
As an arrow is drawn
And a great stag is felled
My fingers working
Noting, as the image on the fold
Is written down
The magic in the eyes
Is the price
For a great creature
To be mine

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