Sitting in a tree
He waits silently
Slowly breathe, draw an arrow
Catch a meal for tomorrow
Bring home meat, feed them today
His family is week, in disarray
He eyes grow weary, mind goes dark
His skin is irritated against the bark
A figure moves within the brush
His arrow flies, a wooden rush
His eyes go blank, his mind a swirl
For his arrow found a little girl...
He waits silently
Slowly breathe, draw an arrow
Catch a meal for tomorrow
Bring home meat, feed them today
His family is week, in disarray
He eyes grow weary, mind goes dark
His skin is irritated against the bark
A figure moves within the brush
His arrow flies, a wooden rush
His eyes go blank, his mind a swirl
For his arrow found a little girl...
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Example The poems above.
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