The Hunter and The Woman
Her needle poked through the woven mesh
Softer than the hunter’s tread.
Her hands stitched more carefully than
The hunter looked after his pet.
The wife at home did not care to know
What it was the hunter felt,
As he pulled the trigger to his gun
And skinned the animal’s pelt.
His mind more focused on his task
Than when the woman baked bread.
His calm assured heart beat steadier
than when her needle she’d thread.
The man outside did not care to know
What the woman at home could do
As she quietly stayed within four walls
Eyes never seeking new views.
The hunter loose in the wood is en-
Grossed by the prey he sees.
The wife idly stationed at home is
Tangled by the blanket she weaves.
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