All the animals froze as they saw me
With my favorite hunting gun in hand
I stood a little away from the tree
Standing quietly on the brown soft sand
I took aim on a very small rabbit
But in half a second it noticed me
It ran away before I could hit it
Only thing in sight was the chickadee
But it's beauty calmed me down easily
So the very small poor bird I didn't kill
But very soon the forest guards caught me
So in the drain went my nice shooting skill
-Gaurang Rao
But then a lesson is learnt Guarang.. Isn't it? God bless You!!! You write very well.
ReplyDeleteBirds have that effect, don't they? I really enjoyed your poem!
ReplyDeleteNicely done!
ReplyDeleteNicely told tale!
ReplyDeleteahhh the art of hunting....
ReplyDeleteletting go the birds,
ReplyDeletemissed the rabbits...
lovely hunting experience..the image is perfect.
Nicely written Gaurang.
ReplyDeleteKeep at it.
Happy New Year.
Oh well, atleast the Chickadee survived :) perhaps you can try for Skeets instead, get urself a career in Shooting :)
ReplyDeleteMy Survival for OSI Calmed
Nice brother..
ReplyDeleteA hunter's life...definitely.. :)
Glad you didn't shoot anything! Lovely little poem. here from Poetry Potluck.
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Thanks for sharing this beautiful piece with potluck.
ReplyDeleteHappy Haunting.
A++
nicely written- thank you for sharing.. here's my potluck- http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/08/04/here-for-you/
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