Time Plug

Crawling through the bush, swinging grasses behind, soft breeze flows and grows wilder as the night becomes deeper. Breathing and puffing she listens for the prey, amidst cries of crickets, in deal with disappearing chuckling of birds. Then she captures his bold staunch body Innocent but intelligent, he admires the beauty of the setting sun Sighing to himself, astonished by Mother Nature Then suddenly........ Hunting was once a mans game Today; the modern day we live it to the women Not that the end is near, no, But the roles have changed Time brings with it wonders Culture is someone else, women are the hunters Written 2006 Just the young thoughts of the young mind