Blêrrie Hunter

Thursday, Thursday morning traffic, sunshine, and you guessed it, blue skies
Inspires little thought except for how the world is won

Big bow, six arrows a sense of invention and hope
Today, further astray, I think they're hiding in the wide-open spaces

Hunchback, easy attack, but baby is tender and sweet
The core, protected inside keeps me insight of my home and my warm mother
Upwind, still they're wound up I stoop and I kiss the rock floor
Unseen, keen, I've been here before I know about knowing not what next

I draw breath and arrow this second has lasted all day
Swiftly, deadly, I dead till you feed me with your warm body

His life is not his as is not that which I take for mine
Wonder that I am alive 'cos today I fed the lions