The haunting game

 Death is hunting me

I’m hunted by my old dog Dora

and my cat is hunting me too

I am hunted daily by a one-legged jay

I caught in a rat trap

I’m hunted by a crippled man with no name

who I brushed away when he leaned on me

A deer I killed on the highway is hunting me

And a big black mama bear (same)

I’m not a big fan of this haunting  game.


What are you haunted by, or what haunts you? Write a poem responding to this question. Then change the word haunt to hunt.

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