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Story of a Tail

Reminiscing tonight feeling so compelled,
Decided a story of tails we would tell.
Back in the old days, forty years ago now!
We moved to the wilds, and survived it somehow.
Times they were rough in this country then,
Hence we raised rabbits twenty times ten.
We fed up those rabbits with nary a clue,
So in a short time, four kids showed up too.
Snow topping fence posts, and forty below,
No leaving the homestead, cause have to be towed.
Hare for our vittles, and some bartered for grub
Soon all getting tired of this cotton tail club.
Pard grabbed up his gun, from the wall hanging there
Departing to track and to bag us a bear,
We all got excited mouths starting to water,
Something quite different to have for our fodder.
Time moseyed along; the silence near deafening,
No luck will he find, ole me I'm a reckoning.
Dusk surly descends, then a boom we all hear,
But where is my pard, It's just not very clear.
We waited for hours, then a noise on the porch,
Kids eyes enormous, I grabbed for the torch.
Pard steps in the door, sitting down with a sigh,
Looking dumbfounded, and I asked  him "why"?
"We heard the shot, Have you got us a treat?"
Has  "The Mighty Hunter", brought us some meat?
We move out the door, to stare down by our feet,
Good God! Almighty, My heart skips a beat.
Could this be our dinner, is it really true?
Amazed not believing as my hands turn all blue.
Oh no! this "Great Hunter" he never did fail,
For there on the floor, lay a wild cottontail!
Linda LaRae and Pard

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