The hunter, obscured from sight, he stalks.
Mimicking the ground and trees through which he walks,
He seeks the elusive stag and wary fowl,
Under the foliage, where hawk and owl
Likewise scour the woods and ponds
Beside the rocks and verdant fronds.
Each quiet step he takes in fear
Of alerting grouse or larger deer.
So he sits in repose and gives the call,
To come to him and be held in thrall
To meet their match in stealth and patience,
And their demise by him is hastened!