The giant bird
his feathers black
runs along
his favored track
I crouch down low
amid the reeds
the spear I hold
toward, he speeds
the time has come
my family starves
through frozen air
my spear tip carves
Flying true
Or maybe wide
with wind and
gravity it vied
and will it hit?
and bring him down?
will I return
to great renown?
The darkness comes
the sun has set
the snow alights
the valley wet
I see the fire
on the ridge
my arms are sore
but just a smidge
for I return
a huntress true
with meat enough
for all of you
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 10:47 PM UTC
The giant bird
his feathers black
runs along
his favored track
I crouch down low
amid the reeds
the spear I hold
toward, he speeds
the time has come
my family starves
through frozen air
my spear tip carves
Flying true
Or maybe wide
with wind and
gravity it vied
and will it hit?
and bring him down?
will I return
to great renown?
The darkness comes
the sun has set
the snow alights
the valley wet
I see the fire
on the ridge
my arms are sore
but just a smidge
for I return
a huntress true
with meat enough
for all of you
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