DoomGaze Posted February 17, 2003 Report Posted February 17, 2003 Swoop of Hunger -------------------------- On a gloomy summer's night, An owl hoots his song. He lurks on top a his tree And hunts his prey that comes along. Feathers sway in the gentle breeze, His eyes pierce through darkness' veil. He swoops down, and glides in the air. Talons grip hard a like a clenched fist. He finds his first victim of the night, A mouse who was running around. His accuracy serves him well, And he pins the poor little creature to the ground. Handing out a swift and sudden death, He brings his prize back on the tree. A good meal, which will satisfy him, So he rests, for he is no longer hungry.
Archaneus Posted February 17, 2003 Report Posted February 17, 2003 I like this. It has a serious sense to it, but it's a light seriousness. Again, I like.
DoomGaze Posted February 17, 2003 Author Report Posted February 17, 2003 Just to let you know.. i was trying something new.... i feel there is no harm in doing so.. trying a different, non powerful, yet tells a story poetry.... if you know what i mean
Elvida Posted February 18, 2003 Report Posted February 18, 2003 oh you mean the kind that scares little kids? that kinds fuuuuuuun.nobody ask.
Archaneus Posted February 18, 2003 Report Posted February 18, 2003 Oh... but I want to ask. Please do tell.
Elvida Posted February 19, 2003 Report Posted February 19, 2003 I hate little kids.I love scaring them.hehe.their EEEEEEEEVIL!!!!!but im EEEEEEEVILLER!!is "eviller" even a word? *ponders the meaning of "eviller"
Archaneus Posted February 19, 2003 Report Posted February 19, 2003 I don't particualrly care for little kids myself. They're annoying. <_
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