Hunting Poems: 4/4
Nature, Hunting


© Austin

The wind blows fast and ever so strong
When I walk by the birds sing me a song
The sun set looks shiny but dull
A plain passes by just like a seagull
I hear a squirrel barking at me
the little feller is in a far away tree
during the day the sun is so bright
but when it goes down it gives me a fright.

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