The Huntsman's Plight

In darkened wood he takes a knee and weeps The blood trail’s gone, and with it all that’s good He knows not where the stag has gone to sleep His children’s aching bellies want for food The blood trail’s gone, and with it all that’s good Dappled shadows hide the trail he seeks His children’s aching bellies want for food A stoic face belied by tear-washed streaks Dappled shadows hide the trail he seeks Until the sun reveals it at his feet A stoic face belied by tear-washed streaks With hope restored that soon his brood will eat Until the sun reveals it at his feet He knows not where the stag has gone to sleep With hope restored that soon his brood will eat In darkened wood, he takes a knee and weeps 6/6/2017