Open Poetry #40 |
Coup De Grâce |
Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
. The time has come As well you knew it would When he just isn’t able To hunt any more How much that mutt Loved the fields Prancing with delight Among autumn leaves So neither of us really cared If rabbit or pheasant After all was never there Or managed to slip away Let’s go old dog I’ll let you lead The end isn’t very far . |
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Andrew Sewell Junior Member
since 2007-04-16
Posts 24County Durham, England |
A very charming write, thanks for sharing this with us. Andrew |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
This is a very beautiful poem. I read many times and I enjoyed it. It can be expanded to a novel. *********** In my world, everything talks “Time"...I do not come and go. What comes and goes is the number on your calendar. “You”...I can not hunt because I will be shot by other hunter. "it"...who am I? I do not know "you". “He”...Greyhounds are out there. “Mutt”...Who changed my name? “us"...what a good old day! “rabbit”...I’ll come back next Easter. Die or not. “Pheasant”...I am not a chicken. I am always with the nobles who treat me with great manner. generally, I ride on private vessel. “old dog”...I learnt new tricks and I still barks. If you want me to be a Husky, then bring your old stories along on the way. “I”...what a relaxing day. [This message has been edited by Drauntz (04-18-2007 08:52 PM).] |
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