The Hunter (Narrative Poetry)

His time and wealth all there For him, possessed just to enjoy But hunting was a pleasure where His shooting skills he could employ. Flew his plane to the island At will, he shot the fleeing birds The gun obeyed his able hand Only the sound of death was heard. One shot took down the creature Its partner gave a chilling cry, As though its heart the bullet tore Seeing its Love, fall there to die. Around, around, it wailed in anguish A bird lamenting the one it lost It would not leave the love it cherished Unmindful of what it would cost. The man was dazed, he felt its pain, It tormented his ears with grief. Shot it down where its love had lain Sealed the union, though it was brief. That day he left, and never came back. Vowed never more to kill for pleasure The bird had shown what he really lacked, Real peace and concern for Nature. Cynthia Buhain Baello 11.10.12