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Ambush

The narrator sits in a tree at dusk with a gun, waiting for jungle hogs that have been damaging his crops to emerge from the bamboo fence. After a long wait under the stars, he hears sounds and sees shadows approaching. Instead of just one hog, a mother sow emerges with her litter of squealing piglets. The narrator spares the family and lets them pass, deciding to focus on repairing his fences in the morning instead of shooting.

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Ambush

The narrator sits in a tree at dusk with a gun, waiting for jungle hogs that have been damaging his crops to emerge from the bamboo fence. After a long wait under the stars, he hears sounds and sees shadows approaching. Instead of just one hog, a mother sow emerges with her litter of squealing piglets. The narrator spares the family and lets them pass, deciding to focus on repairing his fences in the morning instead of shooting.

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Ambush

by Maximo D. Ramos

And so in falling dusk, I sat with gun


In tree commanding well, a frequent run

Of jungle hog that from good evidence


Came out of nights stole through the bamboo fence.

And injury n longer to be borne


Went rooting up my coconut and corn
The tree was well to leward of the spot
Where half-hid, run, emerge. I was not

To be detected by suspicious smell


Nor seen for leafy boughs concealed me well

The wait was long and starry night


Each whining insect had to have a bite
But soon from jungle rim
was heard a sound and darkened shadow
formed on trodden ground.

I raised the shotgun, said this would end

All molestation from my porcine friend


But trotting with a hog behind before

Came squeaking things. First two, then three, then four.


I held my aim, let sow and litter go;
In the morning, I repaired my fences though.

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