The Hunter

                     Stalking the wood
                     where I know
                     they oft pass

                     Dusk falling quickly
                     warm Autumn day
                     light breeze wafting

                     Down wind approach
                     I can smell
                     them, so close

                     Camouflaged, they hide
                     but I see
                     most easily enough

                     For they noise
                     when movement made
                     though slight, seen

                     Preoccupied they seem
                     lying in wait
                     for unknown reason

                     Through the brush
                     I wend silent
                     toward my quarry

                     Unnoticed, nigh there
                     excitedly I attack
                     blood lust complete

                     Satiated I leave
                     to find water...
                     lay my eggs

                     : Bobby Nichols 9/30/2003