Hunted-- For Crown of Sonnets

We still face the test of absolute truth As creatures of the wild roam on a vast field The sun burning through their earthy pursuit Within this mind, a darkened haze concealed. I watch their shadows, deepening a leer My fingers grip waiting for the light of dawn While mossy scent pervades on woods’ frontier, Restraining a planned scheme as moon grows long. Daylight wakes and I seek the open trail Across the range, a moose nibbles on weeds It’s curve -like silhouette fine like handrail Now, desire for prey claims a game sullied. Then noises ring, and noises ring again Deafening the echo of silent glen. ............................ Seven Stones in the Crown & other Gems Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi by nette onclaud