The Hunter

The Hunter

The way it licked its lips

meant comfort in a hail of wind

an allowance to lay down;

unknown bow prepared

and foe hoping chance allows

this well-formed antlered buck

to consider standing tall

bow aimed ready for a push

intruder through the air

suppressing itself in warm flesh.

The arrow shot forward -- brushed

a twig and – the deer escaped.

(c) 2016 Richard L. Provencher