April Haiku Month, Day 9: Hunter


WHEN THE HUNTER BECOMES THE HUNTED


a vast dense jungle . . .

lion scouts for the weakest deer

silent paws turn fierce

~ ~ ~

a skilled hunter fool . . .

silences jungle king’s roar

his own dark pride roared

~ ~ ~

not a moment later . . .

king’s pride dawned upon hunter

tat! pride preyed on pride

~ ~ ~

a man is weakestΒ 

when he is self-conscious

of his own darned pride

~ ~ ~

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38 Comments

    1. Thank you very much πŸ™‚ And I really appreciate you stopping by, reading each of my haiku and letting me know how you felt. It is so encouraging. πŸ™‚ Thank you so much!!

  1. I love the way you write haiku so effortlessly and your language! Poor hunter :((( Ah, survival does not come cheap and easy!! Exquisite set…Kudos!

    1. Yes. Sadly, yes. But those who chose to be weak(metaphorically) MUST get the worst. But very often, they don’t. In this story though, I made them get it. Because I always felt for the naturally weak people who, as you said, seem to get the worst. When god doesn’t do right, we must. I did it with a story. Thank you for reading! πŸ™‚

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