Hunt Thrice Removed

Every year at this time

the hunt begins looking in the

darnedest places and never a trace.

One following the other

side by side, two by two and not

even a face of whose zooming who.

They all rally around to

take a look see at the image

of the crook you see.

There’s a bandit for sure

it’s time to settle up and not

be demure for it’s high-tide to take

the trek of the great divide.

Not many options for the thing you

sook, others thought it would wreak

havoc on the ones who chartered

what was took.

Some for you and some for her

not enough to spread around just

enough for the herd of

clamoring voices. They had

dilly-dallied and instead of looking

to find they looked into the

annals of their mind. This led them

off the beaten path once tread

to aim. Searching for an alligator and

not the true suspect.

They looked and looked

but not one red trace on the hook.

The search was out and in

hot pursuit of the

very missing thing that evaded the

truth. The charm of it all

she had looked in so many places

it seems to be afoot.

In the obvious spaces no-one had

ever looked.

Some had fear as they only

saw alligator search at first miss-took.

Later to discover but never recovered the

red alligator shoes. They were never

found as they looked and looked

for the alligator, whereas the red

alligator shoes were nowhere

in sight. The name of the thing hunted

had smudges on both sides.

Never noticing the first or third

word rewind. There eyes buck shot red

only seeing the alligator as the target in

hot pursuit.