Tuesday, January 25, 2011


Another Lovely Photo by Tess Kincaid for Magpie Tale 50

You hunt us
Not sustenance but pleasure
Scope pointed with steady hand
Our little faces peak from 
Knotted holes
Our eyes flash
Shade tail twitch
Our sight sharp with your image
You waiting, taking
Will it leave us
Breathless or upset  
Our bodies unconsumed
Our tails twitch
Already difficult
Only those that
Revel in our antics
Delight in our existence
Care or care not
Should we leave
We chew to collect
Building to burrow our young
Sleep for another day
Tiny hands resemble many hands
We wait, we watch
We hope

Kristen Haskell


Catfish Tales said...

OOOOH! Lovely poem - touching subject from the eye of the hunted. :(

Kristen Haskell said...

Are we not all hunted in one way or another. Walking in another person's shoes for just a few minutes can't be a bad thing.

Andreas said...

Ingenious, with a sharp edge. I like it.

Kay L. Davies said...

Very good handling of the viewpoint, and the prompt.
-- K

Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel

Mary said...

A different angle. Clever.

Stopped by via Magpie Tales. Enjoyed reading your other poems too.

Tess Kincaid said...

Yes, we should all walk a mile in another's shoes. Thoughtful piece, Kristen.

Rinkly Rimes said...

You managed to get inside the mind of the hunted. Very clever.

signed...bkm said...

Survival...tiny hands resemble many hands....what a great line...a gifted write on the ungoing need for survival....bkm

thingy said...

Excellent take, Kristen.

lightverse said...

That was definitely unexpected - but in a good way. I loved the POV! Great job!

uma.a said...

Wonderful take on the prompt...lovely

Lyn said...

I'm rooting for the creatures..survival for one more day..brilliant...

Glenn Buttkus said...

Humanity reduced to its rodentness,
I love it. Kept flashing on the Disney
50's true life adventure, PERRI, the
tale of a squirrel in winter. And you
are so bang on, we are hunted
incessantly by virus, by tax collectors,
by con men, by vicious dogs let loose
or pulled loose from their chains,
by old flames, old friends, old cats
who escaped while on a road trip
to New Mexico.

patteran said...

I like the rush of short verses, which gives the poem a sense of drama and urgency. A very effective piece.

Reflections said...

Thoughtful, heartfelt, hunted preferably by the lens... to walk moments, miles, to see with wonderfilled eyes. Lovely.

Mary said...

I really like the POV you chose for this!

Tumblewords: said...

Provocative and powerful. Well done!!

Jinksy said...

Our sight sharp with your image

And I wonder how much yours includes 'second sight?' LOL

kathew said...

sounds like our cute little squirrels- no worries here for them as we feed them in the winter!
Nicely written from a different viewpoint

120 Socks said...

The sense of the hunted is really felt here, great poem.

Brigid said...

Really interesting piece, Kristen, edgy and sharp, great write.

Suz said...

the hunted
such a story to tell
you did well

Sioux Roslawski said...

This was a great take on the photo...writing from the perspective of the hunted.

gautami tripathy said...

Wonderful words written with such depth and awesome thoughts.

zeroing into the arrow

Sue J said...

Hunting other than for food should be banned. Nice Magpie.

Carrie Burtt said...

Kristen this is a powerful and captivating poem for the prompt....amazing writing flows here. :-)

Kavita said...

Oh woww!! Now that's some unusual perspective,Kirsten!! Amazingly well written indeed! Made me shudder when I began to think from the mind of the hunted... what a life! (sigh)...
But then again... we are all living it, some time or the other.. some way or the other

A really interesting take on the prompt, my dear!

Here is my Mag-response..

Jingle Poetry said...

Tiny hands resemble many hands
We wait, we watch
We hope..

love your words, sweet and smart tale,
keep it up.