What of hunting, hunter bold?
Brother, the watch was long and cold.
What of the quarry you went to ****
Brother, he crops in the jungle still.
Where is the power that made your pride?
Brother, it ebbs from my flank and side.
Where is the haste that you hurry by?
Brother, I go to my lair- to die.
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 4:41 PM UTC
What of hunting, hunter bold?
Brother, the watch was long and cold.
What of the quarry you went to ****
Brother, he crops in the jungle still.
Where is the power that made your pride?
Brother, it ebbs from my flank and side.
Where is the haste that you hurry by?
Brother, I go to my lair- to die.
By Rudyard Kipling
