So,
I have been away for quite a while. I miss all my chat room time with my friends here at NN. I have been very busy the last few years. I had to have surgery 3 years ago, I almost died and now 3 years later I am fully recovered and except for the scar that runs from my chest to my penis you would never know anything was ever wrong.

I hope some of my old friends are still around, I saw sandman in the chat room yesterday and met a few nice ladies as well. Feels good to be back. I posted a few pics as I said I would and I will be upgrading my membership again soon.

thanks for the warm welcome back sandman and I will be writing some new poetry and posting it here for you all to see soon.

peace
theCritic

The Hunt

A deer walks,
Silently,
Tip toeing through the woods,
Lost,
After running for miles,
As the traffic near his home increases,

A deer walks,
Quickly,
Looking in all directions,
Scared,
Of the sound of a person,
Getting closer to where he rests,

A deer walks,
Twang,
Swiftly moves the arrow from the archers bow,
Thud,
The impact of the arrow passing by his body hitting the ground,
Crash! Flop! Crash! Flop! Flipty flop,

A deer runs!
Crash,
Silence remains broken twigs crackling,
Crushed,
From the weight of another pound,
Hoofs’ scurrying away as the deer runs scared,

My Dear Crawls,
Thrashing,
Unable to move silently,
Motionless,
He lies bleeding waiting to die,
Visions of his life passing before his eyes,


My Dear lies,
Thinking,
Remembering all the of things he has not yet taught to his children,
Cries,
Unable to pass on the skills passed through his family for generations,
Unable to pass on the enjoyment of the hunt,


My Dear Dies,
Violently,
Laying at the base of a tree,
Broken,
Where the excitement only moments before caused him to fall,
From his perch 30 feet above forest floor,
The hunt is over…