Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Sunday, October 23, 2016

Game

Moonlight seduces,
sets loose the game of desires.
Both, hunter and prey, yield,
savor the taste of yearnings.
Perilous, but enticing!

Linking with RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #119 Hunter&Moon



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2 comments:

  1. UnknownOctober 23, 2016 at 4:15 PM

    nice one. hey, do you know what ever happened with the haiku hub project?

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsOctober 24, 2016 at 9:27 AM

      Thank you so much.
      I have no clues about the haiku hub project so I won't be much help there.

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