True Masculinity

His pride swelled,
growing larger with each buck he shot dead,
his joy measured not by
crowned trophies looming over the hearth,
but by the
venison stew boiling in the pot beneath
and the full bellies
of his sons and daughters
as they ran and laughed
through their happy home.

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