Young Bounty Hunter

"Young Bounty Hunter"


With the morning yawning to a windless day,
an already sizzling sun had its feverish say.
Constant dreams of finding treasures
were spoken in wild and silly gestures.
His actions asserted; an assault on the ugly brown,
drying, cracked, and dusty ground.
With the day's plan already made,
he toted a serving spoon used for a spade.
Self dressed and garishly clad,
searching new finds determined this small lad.

Glistening beads spelled mania on Fellow's swarthy brow.
In his second small summer, he had never been so proud.
The neighborhood safari left Little Guy feeling
that he had only just begun, after momentarily reeling.
Tiny Explorer lunged again toward a brand new find.
Discovering stories of two weavers, each a different kind.
Creepy crawlies managed to escape with no visible trace.
Left were two spools of red thread, and some purple lace.

Stooping over scattered pebbles, he stumbled on a stone.
Gasping and grasping, Small Tyke continued alone.
New anticipation gripped an awkward looking body.
Young blisters reached for the discarded, dirty, and gaudy.
With tiny ankles quivering
and owl-like eyes knowing,
hands seized drab scraps of drapery, colorfully tasseled.
Clothes now frayed, Lad looked mussed and felt frazzled.
He ventured on with a trembling sigh and daring pride,
reaching again for another treasure suddenly spied.
He stuffed a tarnished locket
in the remaining empty pocket.

Drowsy with summer glee, swooning memories to keep,
and satisfied with plenty; now in need of midday sleep.
Wee Hunter departing from his desert-like junkyard jungle,
heavy on bare dusty feet, he wobbled with weary struggle.

From his backyard alley, gathered items of youthful pleasure,
Tyke gifted a watching Mommy, a bounty of promised treasure.





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