Old Joe Hunter
Old Joe was deadly silent,
Like a jaguar in the night,
The rock pebblar flitted closer,
Now in his deadly sight.
Trappin’s not for anyone,
Takes stealth and patience galore,
Like the great cats of Africa,
Old Joe had even more.
Hours in the doldrums,
After a pain staking hunt,
Old Joe like the leopard,
Always took that punt.
Wind and heat, further dry,
Never fazed Old Joe,
Food for the table,
Like the big cats agin their foe.
Mouths to feed and driven,
A lion’s determination inside,
Old Joe with steely grit,
And not to mention pride.
Old Joe got up and dusted,
The grass from his rear,
Another successful hunt went down,
His children need not fear.
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“Old Joe Hunter”
Written and Published by Paul Buttigieg
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- July 16th, 2003
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