Xykru
03-28-2007, 04:58 PM
A poem I wrote for english lit. Please tell me what you think.
The Hunt
The land was green
Shrugging away winter
Sprouting tree’s so lean
The snow had begun to melt
And the cold was broken
When the suns warmth was felt
This was the land of Canterbury
It was spring
Free of winters fury
Saplings had begun to grow
The farmers were out
Leading beasts with seeds to sow
And so with spring came hibernations end
Many beasts had awoken
To their hungry bellies they must tend
One such beast was on the run
Its stomach growling
It would not rest until the hunt was done
Its coat was soft and sleek
With its corded muscles
It was anything but meek
It moved with the speed of an arrow
The agility of a fox
And the grace of a sparrow
The beast was Lynx
A great hunting cat
High up on the food chain’s links
So on the hunt was the cat
To feed its family
Even if only a rat
He had a she-cat and litter
Four in all
Hungry and bitter
So through the forest the cat did stalk
Seeking another to chase
And brig it from its hunting walk
And then it caught the sent
The lynx gave chase
With much energy to vent
Soon it saw its prey
The lynx stopped running
Slipping as close as it may
And then the hare sensed a presence
Took off like lightning
Even kicking up a few pheasants
The cat gave chase
Running after the rabbit
Ready to finish the race
Much respect the cat had for its foe
The hunt lasted five minutes
Without the lynx laying it low
And so the wise cat stopped to think
How had the hare done that
Just dissapear in a wink?
Had it returned to its nest
Where it could calm its beating heart
And take a well-earned rest?
And then the great cat knew
The hare his in the slight bit of snow
Hiding from view
The lynx leaped over the pile of snow
And once again
Began to chase its foe
As quick as it had begun
The hunt was over
Finished. Done.
And then the cat took its kill in its maw
Began the trip home
As decreed by natures law
Returning to its den did it drop the hare
To the joy of the kits
Whose meat they would share
And so began the spring’s first night
The owls hooting
Ready for their flight
The moon did so brightly shine
The lynx slept comfortably
As it had for all its time
And so when dawn had awoken
In the clean crisp air need not a word be spoken
There it stood, proud and tall
The lynx over looked the forest
And let out a eerie call
And this call was not of strife
As it began the hunt
As it hade every day of its life.
The Hunt
The land was green
Shrugging away winter
Sprouting tree’s so lean
The snow had begun to melt
And the cold was broken
When the suns warmth was felt
This was the land of Canterbury
It was spring
Free of winters fury
Saplings had begun to grow
The farmers were out
Leading beasts with seeds to sow
And so with spring came hibernations end
Many beasts had awoken
To their hungry bellies they must tend
One such beast was on the run
Its stomach growling
It would not rest until the hunt was done
Its coat was soft and sleek
With its corded muscles
It was anything but meek
It moved with the speed of an arrow
The agility of a fox
And the grace of a sparrow
The beast was Lynx
A great hunting cat
High up on the food chain’s links
So on the hunt was the cat
To feed its family
Even if only a rat
He had a she-cat and litter
Four in all
Hungry and bitter
So through the forest the cat did stalk
Seeking another to chase
And brig it from its hunting walk
And then it caught the sent
The lynx gave chase
With much energy to vent
Soon it saw its prey
The lynx stopped running
Slipping as close as it may
And then the hare sensed a presence
Took off like lightning
Even kicking up a few pheasants
The cat gave chase
Running after the rabbit
Ready to finish the race
Much respect the cat had for its foe
The hunt lasted five minutes
Without the lynx laying it low
And so the wise cat stopped to think
How had the hare done that
Just dissapear in a wink?
Had it returned to its nest
Where it could calm its beating heart
And take a well-earned rest?
And then the great cat knew
The hare his in the slight bit of snow
Hiding from view
The lynx leaped over the pile of snow
And once again
Began to chase its foe
As quick as it had begun
The hunt was over
Finished. Done.
And then the cat took its kill in its maw
Began the trip home
As decreed by natures law
Returning to its den did it drop the hare
To the joy of the kits
Whose meat they would share
And so began the spring’s first night
The owls hooting
Ready for their flight
The moon did so brightly shine
The lynx slept comfortably
As it had for all its time
And so when dawn had awoken
In the clean crisp air need not a word be spoken
There it stood, proud and tall
The lynx over looked the forest
And let out a eerie call
And this call was not of strife
As it began the hunt
As it hade every day of its life.