travel through the marsh
exhilaration of the hunt
for each bird shot
another lay in wait

pray for want to shrink
too natural to be lewd
touch, make the link
leave the forest nude

but as a lust for drink
so too is desire for food
anticipation to brink
the lightening of mood

to fill the plate
from every pot
be not the knife blunt
the meat gamey and harsh

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Scarlatan, in the year 688 AF.