The Hunt
They primp and they posture and leave parts uncovered.
Few parts of their bodies are left undiscovered.
Pitching their assets, they rip off small parts
of their form-hugging Levis to capture the hearts
and the libido of young men in passing.
It’s part of their flirting and tongue-in-cheek sassing.
Euphoric and giggling or slightly aloof,
they are every boy’s fantasy, out on the hoof.
Equality isn’t their goal or their pleasure,
for the power they yield is more than full measure.
Their cups runneth over. With their charms, it’s a cinch.
If birds were their quarry, no more than a pinch
of salt would be needed to capture their tail.
Their fish have been caught and just writhe in their pail.
Young huntresses all, yet each young man they meet
no doubt finds them guileless–innocent and sweet.
They are slightly misguided—naive in their Dockers,
thinking that they are the ones who are stalkers.
We will not inform them that hunters they’re not.
They just follow the bait until they are caught!
Prompt words today are posture, covered, euphoric, equality and pitch. Illustration downloaded with permission from Unsplash.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Haha, good as always!
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I fail to see any beauty in that photo
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Every lioness is a huntress, and the lion thinks he is the boss. Well done, Judy.
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Well crafted verse, Judy. You’ve inspired me. 😉
Then once the hunt is over
each will go their way,
older — maybe wiser —
or like jeans, just tossed away.
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Ha..Well done.
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Fabulous Judy. Yes I’ll go out even though I have been attacked by a pride of lions
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Ha.. hopefully not all at the same time.
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😂😂
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Wonderful, Judy! This one really made me chuckle!
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Interesting thought. Nice post. With some bodies parts discovered.
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That sounds rather sinister.. like a serial murder.
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