The Hunter

THE HUNTER

 

Shadowed night, where willows tower,

A stranger baring blunt knife kneels.

Carnivorous, hooded eyes scour.

He listens to my clicking heels.

 

Moon-beams cast through branches quiver.

My trembling heart and blood congeals.

Echoes through the canyon shiver.

He listens to my clicking heels.

 

The stranger crawls beneath the sage.

There’s no-one ‘round to hear the squeals.

He aims his knife at my rib-cage.

He listens to my clicking heels.

© All Rights Reserved Caroline Adele O’Brien
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