The End of the Hunt

She came upon the forest just as darkness begins to traverse the canopy of leaves. Tired, worn, lacking the vigor of the morning. She hesitates, And judges her condition as to its soundness. Her nose is clogged with the scent of the hunt. Her ears plugged With the sounds of the day. She seeks safety among the tree roots, susceptible to danger as she settles to refresh. The strong, overpowering deadliness of her morning fades as the vigor of the daily hunt runs its course, leaving her vulnerable and exposed.