Golden dusk of the sunset
Belies the poachers' best bet
They wait for prey with their bait
Dooming the animals' fate
From yards away, with big guns
Kill while sitting on their buns
Where's the sport of hunting gone?
Graceful creatures become game
To sportsmen looking for fame
Species driven off to die
Conservationists ask Why?
Need to stop this gory trend
Or the wild life will just end
Can humans be far behind?
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Author Notes
This is a Sevelette form of poetry, created by Kerry Robinson July 2017.
The form consists of, minimum of two stanzas.
Seven lines, with seven syllables each, following the pattern of aa/bb/cc/d
Each stanza must be able to stand alone, yet, continued the subject.
The 'Picture This' prompt is provided every two weeks by Jax Franklin. If you would like to be included in this group, contact Jax for information and to have the pictures sent to your email.
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