Prepare for the Hunt (Ghazal)
©January 2017, Olan L. Smith
Go for a stroll, amble the path of life, beware an evil hunt
For an innocent to feed upon, and drag down after the hunt.
Thanatos is our friend, but he comes for us when he may,
No need to thank his Greediness as it's an ended hunt.
Go, little bunny, run from the hound, he comes for you,
Hear his barking, this will not end well for you; you he does hunt.
Favorite dish, you smile hauntingly, fresh meat from the hoof
Its blood drained, its flesh slaughtered, tomorrow another hunt.
Halley's Comet has come and gone, a long search has ended
Now it is time to search the night skies, another periodic hunt.
Mother, why did you put me on a monastery's doorstep?
Was I not good enough for you to keep, you enjoy the hunt.
It was a snow day for Olan, as he wrote this ghazhal, it reminded
Him of the snowy days of youth, as he prepared for a hunt.
(A.N. I picked up this Ghazal, pronounced guzzle, from @seasofme.)
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