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death - poem

  • 04-09-2005 2:04pm
    #1
    crazy_dude6662
    Closed Accounts Posts: 372 ✭✭


    Death




    The flames lick the walls
    Hungrily devouring wood

    She screams
    Covered in blood

    She was trapped
    Nowhere to run

    She coughed
    Ash filling her lungs

    She felt light-headed
    She dropped to the ground

    She opened her eyes.
    She saw light

    She ran towards it
    She leapt out of the hole

    The dogs attacked
    The hunters laughed

    They caught the fox.
    They smiled and congratulated each other.

    The cubs cried out, their mother was gone
    No-one to defend them, to feed them.

    One by one they would befall the same fate
    Hunted for pleasure and sport.






    this poem is already on writingforums.com

    im the person that posted it. this work is entirely
    my own

    any1 have any advice


Comments

  • #2
    Da Bounca
    Registered Users, Registered Users 2 Posts: 2,699 ✭✭✭Da Bounca


    Allow the reader to figure out you are writing about a fox, rather thatn literally saying it.

    Just a thought.


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