The Hunter
The hunter crouches in his blind.
'Neath camouflage of every kind.
This grown-up man, with luck and pluck,
Is hoping to outwit a duck.
--Ogden Nash
Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 399
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For today’s prompt, write a betrayal poem. Many people may be able to
conjure up several moments when one person betrayed another–both in real
life and f...
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