Once upon a tiny planet,
a hunter and his rifle stalked their prey,
It always got away,
until the day he fired—
Dropping dead,
with a bullet in the back of his head.
Sep 2, 2020
Sep 2, 2020 at 10:02 AM UTC
Once upon a tiny planet,
a hunter and his rifle stalked their prey,
It always got away,
until the day he fired—
Dropping dead,
with a bullet in the back of his head.
Attempt at microfictional poetry: a few lines and rhymes telling a story. This one's scifi.
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