Hunter or Hunted?

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The hunter must a-hunting go

Say, what will be his prey?

He cannot snare with shaft and bow

A sunny summer day

So what will be his prey?

The hunter must a-hunting go

Pity the sluggard then

Who has no thirst to chase the glow

Of dreams common to men

Pity the sluggard then

The hunter must a-hunting go

Will we be hunter or his yield?

We cannot be a ‘nothing’ so

Pick up your weapon or your shield

For I hear footsteps in the field

© Janet Martin