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HUNTED – HUNTER

One evening, to the darkest shadows glued,
A partridge watched the hunter in the field,
Come weary, posture slouched, ashen- hued.
Who after casting net and grain revealed

Expression on which misery was congealed
And hunger on it clearly was tattooed
With bone-protruding cheek. Much pooh-poohed.
He for a morsel to the sky appealed.

The partridge, gravely saddened and unnerved,
Did to his deepest sense of pity yield,
Then scampered out of safety unreserved.
Ah! to be caught by hunter in the field

Oh!. to be marinated, salted, herbed
And at his table succulently served.

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