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About This Author
A changeling spirit,
constantly evolving,
revolving around an inner core,
spinning forth legend and lore,
stories and lives
as I come to grips
with who and what I am,
have been and may be.
I am a phoenix:
rising ever above and beyond!
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Hunter
Hunter's moon hangs low in a diamond sea
of crystal stars in an orchestrated dance.
Night sounds echo in a perfect symphony.
Dawn breathes on the horizon, In perfect stance,
silhouetted buck greets the burgeoning day.
Too far for a crossbow shot; won't take the chance.
Fireside tales . . . that one who got away.
More, anticipation. The thrill of the Fall.
The legends grow as each hunter has their say.
Before dawn, in his treestand, he'll heed the call.
Bright-eyed, aware; he's pure hunter awe in all.
Form: Terza Rima
A Terza Rima is a poem with an eleven-syllable count in each line
and a rhyming scheme of aba, bcb, cdc, dd.
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