The Hunter

Written by: kerry singleton

Day time late afternoon 
No sun to be seen 
As I look up 
All I see a blanket of cloud covering the sky 
So cold 
Snow falls upon the mountain tops 
Silent is the wind and haunting the forrest 
A lone wolf howls, his echo a cry within 
No mercy I shoot 

I am the hunter 

Red blood oozes into the frozen snow 
Lifeless yet still warm 
Brutal and raw 
Judgment to oneself as into the fray I prey 
A man who hunts may some day 
Become the hunted.