Cave Art.

A piece of charred wood,
a black smear, curved,
straight line running behind
for the taught tendon,
like just before he ran
and I gave chase...
see how the firelight animates him,
lends a shadow so he may run again,
listen to his grunting
his heavy breathing
as he picks up your scent
and casts a suspicious eye
in your direction,
where you are crouching,
poised and still;
he knows you are there,
smells your scent on the air...
but you are ready
spear gripped in hand,
always letting the prey decide
when you are to move...