Ancestor
A ripple across a pond
Disturbs the calm
A snap of a branch
Tells the hunt is on
Colored in earth
The prey dissipates
Absorbs the world
And imitates
The hunt draws near
He can sense his prey
The taste of fear
Lead this way
Not far now
Dinners near
Around the bend
Behind a brush
A clever beast waits
For the signal,
Begin the ambush
The hunter tries to escape
More prey stand in the way
Suddenly he feels fear
As spears draw near
Copyright © Cameron Guernsey | Year Posted 2006
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment