#frapalymo – The Hunted

The Hunted

Birds sing love songs
High in rustling trees
As milky brown eyes keep watch
A cacophony of stillness
Permeates the air
A whistle sounds
A head cocks
Uneasiness ripples across lithe limbs
A snapping twig echoes through the forest
Intuition grabs hold
The beast takes flight
Crashing through thick undergrowth
Running headlong into
The hunters deathly trap


#frapalymo is hosted by @FrauPaulchen and is translated by Bee on her blog The Bee writes. Today’s prompt was… well, it didn’t translate very well into English, so I took this particular line, “the language of hunters.” The resulting poem doesn’t have much to do with a hunter’s language, but such is the muse and how a phrase can take you to places you wouldn’t necessarily expect.

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3 thoughts on “#frapalymo – The Hunted

  1. Pingback: May Poetry Project ~ #frapalymo no 22 ~ air trip | Just Fooling Around With Bee

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