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Stalker
In a quiet pristine valley
Enclosing Harold’s Creek,
I walked the tracks in forest
With a flora that’s unique.
Today I quietly tread these tracks,
My feet move stealthily.
I could not believe I saw the prize
That grazed ahead of me!
There stood graceful beauty.
I must have been down wind,
For feeding went on unconcerned
As I became positioned,
Slowly lifting to take aim.
My trigger finger bends.
The gentle deer was in my sights…
I shot it with my camera lens.
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