Painted faces
Camouflage clothes & bow-tied laces
... the seranade
Hypnotist
Nature's finest exterminator
... the madden'd brain
The brush smells of liquid dawn
& deer in heat
he scrapes his horns
A hunter lies still in his shadow
against a tree
bow in hand & arrow drawn...
there is no finer moment than this
and a breath,
if one were taken,
would
murder the scene
This is the hunt...
This IS the hunt!
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