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George Lewis Avery ©

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i own
these woods are mine
for i who chase the hart
between the rows
of pine
hardwood
and laurel shrub
am lord
and master of the hunt
come
be my guest tonight
sit beside me in the banquet hall
where food and drink is plentiful
mead
sweet as any maidens lips
will i spill into your cup
and your plate i will heap
with the roast venison
and wild boar
that i and my hounds
felled in todays hunt
there will be tender pheasant
plucked out of the heavens
by my goshawk
and wild plums
gathered near the rivers edge
as brothers we will feast
and i will regale you
with tales
of past hunts
and after
when the gaity has ended
you may choose of my servant girls
and retire
but be well rested
come the crack of day
i will rouse you early for the hunt
i have a feeling my friend that
tomorrow is a day of promise

my wall
it has need of
another trophy

~.oeg †