Horizon Hunter
- Jessey Jansen
- 6 days ago
- 1 min read
A tide of golden grasses
Whispers through the lashes
Look again you may have missed
What’s between the ashes
Horizon hunter who assesses
With certainty and guesses
Living by what he senses
Piercing over grasses
The cat before you lashes
Mending wounded gashes
A hyena goes lurking
Persistence and a yearning
Circles once, and is left turning
Horizon hunter who assesses
With certainty and guesses
Living by what he senses
The leopard licks his lips
While bumming on rock tips
As his gazelle lays and drips
A yawning hippo’s deception
Strikes without warning
Leaving a scarred reception
Horizon hunter who assesses
With certainty and guesses
His life he possesses