The Hunter
Belly to the floor, I gaze at the horizon, shimmering in the distance.
The wind cut through the dry savanna grass, like a scythe through harvest
The reflection of my scope glistens in the sun.
And within my sights lies my prey
A beast, a lion, an incredible catch
Hugging the ground I crawl ever so closer, eluding its senses.
And from within my belt I draw a fresh cartridge and silently slide it into place,
Like a claw through flesh
With the eternal patience o…
