The Hunter

The grass bends with your weight,

You stop; your prey has spotted you.

Crouching low,

Belly, almost empty, touching the ground.

Prey leaps from the ground,

You and your pack spring from the trees.

Swish, swish, the grass parts,

A path for you.

You and yours close in.

Keeping an eye out for the prey’s actions.

Pounding the ground,

You take off in pursuit.

The white one surges past you.

Her long legs hit the ground hard.

Catapulting her thru the air.

You watch this white beauty,

Gracefully fly,

Plunging toward the prey’s back,

A white death.

She grabs its neck.

Her grip tight,

You pound the ground and fly.

Landing on it’s broad back,

Next to the white one.

You bite into its neck,

Red falls onto the white snow.

It bucks, you watch in horror as the white one flies.

She crashes to the ground,

Lies still,

All stands still in you world.

Leaping from the preys accursed back,

If she dies, it will fall.

You, black, lighting,

Run to her side.

The rest come around,

They don’t matter.

It she dies, red will pour.

Movement, in the white snow.

You nudge her hoping,

She lifts her head.

Your heart beat returns.

Thump, thump.

She lives!

You can bare to live another day! With your pack, and with her.