The only thing I can think of is an alcoholic trying to open his last bottle. This is akin to my poem this week, Pale Moon Setting. Don't look for it until Sunday.

Ron

Arthritis in the hands will do it too, and it bloody well hurts, you're on to something here, Eileen, check the backyard for five fingered leafs tall stalks, dead magpies etc. Seriously gothic and descriptive poetry, you're in a dark mode or suit ha, loved it Patrick! Blessings! Jasmin Horst

Very strange and challenging.

Great poetry. One of your best.

Quite powerful - we are preying on our children's futures, indeed.

VERY NICE!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Hunted...haunted...and my Coors getting cooler as coyotes are praying with howls to "the blood moon’s final day"
Weird thoughts, you should pay a visit to my darkest dungeon!

Georg

Why not today, Lord? Nicely done, Patrick. God bless.

Oh, it won't be long now, prophecy is slowly unfolding before our eyes...

Be always safe,
Karen

Jeeze, all this ourside your back door, Patrick? Well, I know how it is in desert country. Better keep Weasle in.
Your friend, Mark

Very nicely written.

GOD BLESS YOU
TONY

In this case, the bounty is necessary to maintain order and restore the system...I've been baiting for years to eliminate a disloyal faction...traps spring justice under the blood moon...it is time now to enlist loyal supporters, Patrick, in so that the literary forest can continue to grow into a loving community housing the people's library...Hunted by P.A. Granfors the first book I will check out on my new card...purchase your ISBN soon!

Love,
Sage