The daylight seeks a moment
The hunter seeks his prey
The poet seeks and hunts for both
Before they slip away
The wise man seeks night’s slumber
The lover hunts for she
The poet cannot sleep tonight
Or yet the hunted be
The pauper hunts for fortune
The dreamer seeks his dream
The poet shares what thought affords
But pen can scarcely glean
© Janet Martin
Well thought and constructed verse. I liked this a lot.
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