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Poem of the day – Buck Hunter

Buck hunter

Crackle snappy chap calls out to birds in whistling trees

Gargle fluid in the back of the throat to pursue a vibration of discussion

Warn for the feline eats the children; bored with their science diet

Born with a nappy style adult outlook

Petted like babies in the wild of dangling bushes

Patter quietly hunting like a lion

Or lying around counting their chickens

Spying on movement with accurate stillness

Prey on worshippers of withered flower grandness

Lapped up and on for comfort

Sleep in case of loss of energy

Purr

Fact

December 13th

Patrick Turner-Lee Copyright 2014

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