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Poetry of Maak-TirImpromptuFirst attempt,
Got cold feet,
Double guessed,
“Turn, retreat!"
Second try,
Thought it through.
Better results
Than impromptu
A Hunter’s PoemRun fast, run, hare; the day is young.
The passing dew in the morning sun
may be the last meal you eat
'fore I catch and cook your meat.
A Poem About the Silver Compass and the Ruler of the Northlands |