the hunter, alone
silent in the snowy copse
his heartbeat heard strong
a loud thumping from within
as his prey is spied
this day the elusive doe
in his sights stands still
graceful neck arched to the sun
breath misting the air
In a swiftness, eyes meet eyes
before frantic bolt
His shots in the air ring loud
rumbling the earth
setting all fauna in fear
of much more than him
his tale to be told come spring
sole consolation
as snow in numbers gather
too close for him to outrun
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dVerse has us Meeting the Bar by trying our hands at writing Choka, an unrhymed poem alternating five and seven syllables that end with an extra seven-syllable line. You can use the 17 or 19 onji (syllable) style. It can be any number of lines that you choose.
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