The Hunt

The night was cold and the snow was a glow

The snow was a light from the moon’s blue light

I walked gently with my bow and arrow

The woods were thick and closed around so tight.

The sickening fog closed in around me

The fog so sickly I could not bear it

And shadows quickly danced from tree to tree

I’d catch a glimpse of one, and it would hit.

There’s a shadow here and a shadow there

They jump and glide, and twist and hide with pride

They run and hide from here and every where

Their jumps and twists all have a steady stride.

A sound broke through the fog with a loud grunt

Shooting pain in my head, ended the hunt.