I don’t hunt quale. My friend Tom does. I hunt with my Nikon in the land of the Mad Hatter. — kenne
“The House of Arts” — Image by kenne
Driving the dusty road through the rugged land of
Willow Springs Ranch, the land of hollow footsteps and
Rabbits running down the many small dry washes
In the land of the Mad Hatter.
While brother in the northwest is lost in the darkness,
A friend of words consumes my thoughts
As I capture his desire to hold on to what was
In the land of the Mad Hatter.
Clothed with yellow hunting vest, license in pocket,
Tom hunting for quail, I for the moment,
One taking photos, the other birdless
In the land of the Mad Hatter.
Still, we were there to hunt quail,
For reasons known, yet not known –
Before leaving, he shot his virgin gun
In the land of the Mad Hatter.
Back on the paved road, we took a right turn
To Oracle driving past the Dollar General…
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