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Breezy Interlude


The hunter stalks alone among the trees

Upwind he stays to mask his human scent

A sudden crackle drops him to his knees

The arrow pulled the bow is tightly bent

~

Into the clearing steps a noble beast

Majestic rack symbolic of his age

The hunter’s mind sees only fancy feasts

Another prop to place upon his stage

~

While taking aim all motion seems to freeze

He’ll take his time he’s got to make it good

But suddenly a shifting of the breeze

Sends scents that start the buck back to the woods

~

Into the ground the arrow wrongly sent

And empty handed home the hunter went

(another piece from ’91)

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