Silent Vigil
Silent Vigil
Silent vigil, still as death the hunter stalks his prey,
Quiet and majestic, in his coat of silver gray.
The sun has just arisen, the light of day reborn,
No longer shall the hunter look upon the moon and mourn.
Completely unaware, the victim walks within his view,
And silently and swiftly the attack is straight and true.
Ever sure the hunter, the mighty wolf engulfs his prey,
then vanishing in the timber, lives to hunt another day.
Jodee Carrigan, 1996
Copyright © Jodee Morin | Year Posted 2015
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