All Het Up!

Pith helmet Cap planted atop woolly crown,

Rifle Car keys at the ready

Binoculars Spectacles glinting in early morning light

Eyes peeled, scanning to and fro

Relentlessly searching for quarry

In the most unlikely locations

Adrenaline spikes as

Elusive prey amble across peripheral vision

Then melt mysteriously into the mists on second glance.

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Life

Is one exhaustingly incessant hunt

Pursuing scores of stuff…

Memories, ‘Lost Marbles’ and one far too Mobile Phone

Adeptly hiding in plain sight

Red on red

or…

Tightly leashed to its charging cable

or…

Absentmindedly abandoned in the peg basket

Under merrily flapping sheets

Spinning round and round

On the clothesline like a carousel

Riding in circles to cheery tunes

Trilled by chirping Willy Wag Tails

Feathered fan tails wagging

Left and right… back and forth.

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High tech ‘Search and Rescue’ missions

or…

‘Search, Capture and Release’ missions

Led by the indispensable Garmin watch

Zero in on the target

Nearer, ever nearer with its strident

Bling! Bling! Bling!

Coaxing my wayward phone out of invisibility

Back into plain sight…

Nestled incongruously amongst T-shirts on a wardrobe shelf.

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Sweet relief!

To have and to hold

My life-line and light

Back in my clammy hand

For a fleeting moment

before…

Being casually carelessly plonked down again

Setting the hunt in motion yet again.

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A never ending song sung in the round!

“Oh where oh where can my dear phone be?

Oh where oh where can it be?

With its ring-tone on silent

And screen not so vibrant

Oh where oh where can it be?”

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Written for the Poetry of the Hunt Challenge.