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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