The Wilderness

I stood in the wilderness and watched as the hunters hunted their prey

Watched as they schemed and they calculated; every move with its purpose, every heart beat causing a lick of the lip

And I watched as the hunter forgot the grass it stood upon, forgot the trees that there stood still, forgot about the blur of its walls, the blur that would be his fall

And the birds tried to sing to the now hunted, the wind tried to warn him, tried to jarr his attention

But he would not be told, he would not be stirred, he would not listen, would not unblur the blur forming in his mind

The arrow pierced right through his heart as poor heart skipped its final beat

And in the distance, the deer looked up, seemingly unaware of the previously ongoing hunt, the hunt of hunts.. Of the hunter.. That had now become the hunted

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