poem

The Hunter

All alone in unknown land
The hunter stalked his prey
He knew his task, and did his best
To keep the foes at bay.

Poised and ready to attack
He gave his bum a shake
Eyes fixed on his enemy
He heard a tree branch break

The birdy spread its tiny wings,
And soared into the sky
And with a last triumphant tweet
It sang the cat goodbye

But the hunter did not cede
He searched into the night
He combed the land and climbed the trees
Still, no bird came in sight

All alone in unknown land,
The hunter stalked his prey
And somewhere in those mighty woods
He must have gone astray