The Hunter

A quiet rustle sound,

Some footsteps in the woods

Who is this intruder that disturbs my home

The bark of hunting dogs send shivers down my spine

It must be time to hide again

Fall has come, the corn is harvested

And all the protection of the field is gone

I look around as I try to quench my thirst within this bobbling brook

Someone had erected steps upon a tree beside this quiet place

Where is my fawn? She looks at me to protect her from the hunter

An explosion, a sharp pain, the last thought

If I must die let my body be used to feed a hungry family

Let me not lay and waste away or be a trophy in a hunters home with glass eyes starring down

One last look at fawn and buck

The last sunset fades away

Good bye

Marianne Williams

(Elefanterl)