WEAK HUNTER IN THE TALL GRASS


WEAK HUNTER IN THE TALL GRASS

The sea sings and soothes the soul of humanity, dolphins serenade ammophila, the sand lover, she holds back the beach with a gentle hand and sand dunes are at the whims of the ocean winds.

The weak hunter sits on planks of wood he calls it a boat. He holds in his hand, wrought iron with flint, he calls it a gun. The hunter hides under nature’s canopy only to kill his prey, by ambush. He knows he is weak, weaker than the reed in the pond.

Across the marshland, the oceans are full of hunters and the hunting grounds are open all year long, there is no refuge. But yet man must conceal himself and play this game, against the fowls of nature as the bunny tails sway in the fountain of moonlight, till the sun kisses the moon adieu. The hunters, summer has passed and autumn is at his doorstep, he has a tear in his eyes he knows he is the weak hunter.

GOD BLESS YOU
May all be well with you
DMD

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