Stalker
In a quiet pristine valley
enclosing Harold’s Creek,
I walk the tracks in forest shade
where the flora is unique.
Upon these tracks worn down through time,
my feet move stealthily.
I cannot believe I see this prize
grazing ahead of me!
There stands graceful beauty,
and I must be down wind,
for feeding goes on unconcerned
while I become positioned.
Slowly lifting to take aim
my trigger finger bends.
The gentle deer is in my sights…
I shoot with my camera lens.
Copyright © Lindsay Laurie | Year Posted 2015
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