Green Walls

Fell asleep, head in your lap, dreaming of my being...

...Running alone, grasses fleeing under my hooves, walls to whirls and leaves like air around me. The branches part and there you are. Have known you for long; smell, movements familiar... different from the others coming after me. Known you from afar, you come closer. Slowly. Never hunted me, only looking for proximity, ever so slowly closing in. Hear your bated breath, see the warmth in your eyes. Spent a life running, slipping away, one step and I with you. Resting. It was just now.

... I wake, walls of green surrounding me. Almost like before. You walk away, never looking back. Cannot follow you, I cannot run anymore. Hanging at your wall.

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In most part of the world hunters mount their trophies to panels at their walls. In Germany, Austria and Switzerland the walls in these trophy rooms are lined in green cloth to resemble the woods their quarry has been living in.

How many of us are getting caught not by bullets but in a trap of feelings someone else lays?