Hunter

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  • Night
    • LKidd
    • SPRING BREAK IS OVER NOW SO I WON'T BE ON AS MUCH

    Hunter

     The sun goes down
    Lifeless, cold
    The stars come out
    So bright, bold
    The wind blows strong
    Trees are swaying
    The animals cry out
    Barking, braying
    The predators seek
    Watching, waiting
    While the littles lay hiding
    Hoping, praying

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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