Na een tijd absoluut niet creatief te zijn geweest, gebeurt er soms ergens iets waardoor je plotseling de nood voelt te gaan schrijven.
Terrible Hunter
Moving through the forests, strolling without a goal,
on one side, a raging fire, on the other only coal.
Then suddenly, before my eyes, I hadn’t realised,
There was a deer, so beautiful, it took me by surprise.
To want to really take a life, it isn’t natural,
to want to really own it, obeying to your call.
It isn’t true, I tell myself, it isn’t really cruel,
It’s not a deer, but it’s a wolf, the feeling’s mutual.
I’m a little slow on taking aim, like to verify my shot,
but suddenly the other guy struck as the iron’s hot…
After this many failures, you’d think I should have learned,
But still, I’m slightly timid, afraid of fingers burned.
And every time another deer pops up within my sights,
I fail to take the offering, I lose without a fight…
Copyright Halbe Mulder, 2013
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