MoonBee Canady - ' The Poem Hunter... '

My Bow, Is A Pearl
My Arrows Are Silver
And With Each One Loosed
I Both, Take and Be Giver …

My Line, Is A Spear
Its Sharp Point, Precise
My Words, Can Be Blades
My Phrase, Is A Knife

I Track Thru Forests
Pursuing Thoughts
I Scope Thru Trees
Only The Best, Are Caught

Passionate Prey
Warriors and Lovers
Creatures, To Discover
As A Poem Hunter

And Adventure and Big Game
The Thrill of The Chase
Quick-Wit, Survival of The Fit
All Come, Face To Face

In Taxidermy Trophies
As Themes Recalled
Poetry Comes To Life
On Poem Hunter’s Wall

Now, We (Share-Wood) Forest
In Formularized Words
Searching and Choosing
The Best, To Be Heard

Yes, We Stalk Thru The Forest
With Poem Hunter Skill
But Don’t Worry, Archer-Activist
Only Boredom … Is Killed

… My Bow, Is A Pearl
My Arrows, Are Silver
And With Each One Loosed
MoonBee, Gold-Tips and Delivers …

' A Salute And A Thank You
To Poem Hunter
And All The Great Poets Here … '

MoonBee Canady

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