LIVING FoR POETRY

LOVE HUNTER

I pack my tools for the journey
To move to the unknown destination

Looking for a place to hunt
Am only but I love hunter

Finding my prey in this forest
It is my dream in every siesta

To find the one  made for me
All the prey are on target

Many Hunters are in front of me
Killing all prey they see for food

Living them half died in coma
My bow is not strong enough to

To shot the arrow to the red bull eye
I am only but a love hunter

With my dog we cross paths towards the North
Hoping to find the true prey for me

*H.S.KUBENDE*