The Hunt

The Hunt One bar broke and then another for the rapid break The escape was quick and painless The man ran for his life from enemies At top speed he fled with nothing on his feet Sweat exuded, poured from his body Breathing deep into the jungle dark Captors ran too to take his life with knives and rifles Thick jungle traps laughed at them as they ran by Pursued their prisoner through labyrinths of vines and branches Screaming angrily with lit torches through the pitch black night Close behind, the soldiers chased their prey Running, panting below the canopy Shots rang out burning by his ears Limbs flailing as the bullets flew blindly through the tangled vegetation Jumping over logs and bushes, petrified of dying Trudging through a rapid stream, bent on taking him down as well He emerged on the other bank with a bleeding foot A piranha mistook it for a lure, tore off a toe, swallowed it for dinner Pain and fear set in while he hobbled on into the darkness Panthers glared frantically at the injured man Sized him up as breakfast, less one toe Even insects had no respect for dignitaries from another land They too needed to be fed The soldiers had their troubles also as the jungle storms set in Snuffed out their torches and tortured them with stinging rain Scorpions and snakes are cold and hunger for a change Tired of eating the same old rodents and stupid birds Running through the jungle is not always a safe undertaking When hunting down your prey to take a life You never know who is on the menu from day to day Perhaps someone with a different taste, from the human race Someone who escaped from another plate Or someone with knives and guns Will find another kind of fate and dinner date