Hunter's Desire

[Spikerider]

So very much have I
to assist my killing hobby,
warm Camo clothes galore,
guns of every caliber;
one to shoot each critter that I crave.
Hi-tech Devices that weigh me down;
tell me the distance, the wind,
temperature & humidity.
All needed for my shot to be accurate.
My scope so big; used to see afar.
My big heavy binoculars verify my quarry's points.
Oh, the money I have spent!
Just trying to find that one elusive,
legendary buck of stories told;
so very big he is larger than life!

Way before the sunrise
I slowly wake to ready.
A quick prayer to make a good shot.
All my cunning to bear
and equipment ready,
for all I want to see
this bitter cold morning
is the biggest one ever seen,
just for me to hang upon my wall proud,
to show for all my effort long and hard.
A monster Buck all mine!

[rowens]

It's hard to critique this poem. I read it a few times yesterday, I think. Or whenever it was first posted. It works in a strange way. Every bit of it. I suspect it wouldn't make it very far with some boring poetry editor, and it apparently has yet to make it very far on this site. Still, it just feels right to me. Maybe a comma in: so very big, he is bigger than life!...All the normally frowned upon things somehow work in this poem. The subject matter is crude, those normally frowned upon things match its crudeness in an interesting way. The lines like: So very much have I, and just for me to hang upon my wall proud, you know? But, still, it just feels right. I think I simply mean that after reading it over and over, I just like it.