A Flash of White
for the "poetry of the hunt" challenge
Teeth bared, feet on the ground,
Baited breath that makes no sound
Hearts beat for a moment as one
Hunter and prey and a low, dying sun.
Night’s veil, twilight’s chill,
The hunted’s fear and the stalker’s thrill.
A flash of white, a flash of eyes,
The chase is on ‘neath blackened skies.
One hungers for life, one hungers for blood,
The cold drip of purpose and terror’s fast flood.
A trip and a stumble, a gather and leap,
A bite and a miss and a slow, stalking creep
A ravine in the darkness,
Backed into the corner,
The deer’s caught in his teeth,
With no one to mourn her.
The wolf bows his head and bears a red grin,
For the rush of the chase and the blood on his chin.
The moon looks down through a cloud-dappled veil,
And he sings to her fiercely his victorious tale.
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M. A. Mehan
"It simply isn't an adventure worth telling if there aren't any dragons." ~ J. R. R. Tolkien
storyteller // vampire // arizona desert rat
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Comments (1)
Such vivid imagery, I love this!!