A hunters remit

Posted on January 13, 2024 by Rex Tyler

This look of joy
Feels bound to annoy
The poor Deer it’s life
It’s exquisite, strife
Laid bare with an arrow
It’s soul bearing narrow
A father and daughter
Like some vile porter
Lays seize to the death
And an agonised breath

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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