the long cold winter for them it shows
They wake at dusk and shrug off sleep
to hunt and prowl for the food they seek
On wing and hoof, they are so bold
when woods are dark with ice and cold
The hunter comes from the town nearby
to steal life beneath a watchful eye
They ban together on hoof and paw
follow me says the raccoon maw
Come with me through the darkened night
you'll be safe with me until the morning light
This bear survives the daytime hunt
to nurse her cub with a nod and grunt
For the hunted finds no delight
until dark comes in the broad daylight
Poetry from the book: "I'm a Poet and Don't Even Know It"
By Henry Whatsworth Longbaker
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