The Rabbit Hunter
I hunt himwithout causing an inch of shudder.
I don't understand him completely,
but it's always gotten me through anyway.
You could compare me to a rabbit hunter,
if you so desire,
because when my heart locks on target,
it's almost impossible to stop.
He is like a rabbit:
nervous eyes,
rapidly pounding heart,
quick body tremblings.
And I still can't understand him,
so I hunt him,
until I do.
By: Brandi Deacon
2009
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