HUNT OF A WOLF
There is no one I can't catch,
As fast as you are, I will be your match.
The red meat of prey is tasty,
But before I have it, I must be hasty.
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I must run, the hunt has started,
You can't escape, the forest is charted.
I will track you, if you hide,
I can smell you, my nose will guide.
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You can try to stand your ground,
But you will tremble when the pack howls.
If we chase a jumping rabbit,
The hole is far, we will catch it.
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A young buck runs, fast and strong,
He won't be able to evade me for long.
You would think, I can't reach the sky,
When you land, you will know that is a lie.
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No one wants to meet their end,
At least before they make amends.
If in the forest leads your path,
Be ready for my deadly wrath.
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If the hunger for meat boils within you,
And it is not just words, but your heart is true,
You are welcome to hunt, with me as a friend,
Together we will feast, together we stand.
Hunter's Rifle
Deep in the forest, in the heart of the wild,
Deep where lone human would feel exiled,
That is where I feel I am home,
The deep forest my hunting zone,
And before you say that I am alone,
And that all my friends are long gone,
I am always with my best friend,
Without him I would meet my end.
The riffle is my closes comrade,
To help me fight my eternal crusade,
The riffle feeds me, when I am hungry,
Protects me from a stealing monkey.
A pack of wolfs away they run,
When they hear the thunder of my gun,
The mighty bears don’t run away,
their pelts will be in my hut’s display.
The tiger is hiding ready to pounce,
But he is already on my familiar grounds,
The Lion a sign of power and strength,
Will have to run until he is out of breath
You can name any animal you know,
It won’t make difference, I will hunt them all,
by now I hope, you start to understand,
Deep in the forest, the hunter is in command.
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THE STICK OF A SHEPHERD
Unbelievable, look, how? I mean that’s crazy,
Just from thinking about it my mind went to frenzy,
Almost like seeing a Jedi or a knight,
But he had no armor or a lightsaber bright.
I know it is absurd,
it was only a shepherd.
A woolen cloth and a stick for walking,
It was all he had to win I am not joking,
If you are not following what I talk already,
For mind-blowing surprise get ready.
But let’s not wait and move forward, where was I?
aah I remember it was only a shepherd.
Against three wolves, standing alone,
They could not touch him he was in his zone,
With focus and commitment, he wielded his staff,
Almost everything he hit was split in half.
It was a stick and not a sword,
Wielded, as I said above by only a shepherd.
If it was a videogame all hits were critical,
The swings were insane precise and radical,
Tail between the legs, jaws broken and closed,
With hatred in their eyes, but by the shepherd opposed.
The howl of defeat the three wolves heard,
Driven back by only a shepherd.