THE HUNTER

Patience born of time afield
Knowlege gained by long experience
Stealth learned from endless practice
      garbed in dark to hide in shadows

     Little escapes his steely yes
     as the hunter stalks his prey
 he picks.....and chooses
                              at his leisure
quarry often unsuspecting
      unaware of perhaps being passed over
      in favor of another mark
      whose end is
                         - sudden-

Matters not to the hunter
  is prey aware of his presence
                                       or not
                     same outcome
                 same loss
               same sudden lurch between living
                                                     
              and dead

The slow inexorable stalk
 the long stretches of silence
                                 and waiting
                                 and watching
                                 and deciding
            now    or        later?
                  this one or that one?

Swift cold blooded decisiveness
              with inevitable result

I am the quarry          Death the stalker
                                                      and eventual victor
                                                           but not today