Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Heaven Hunt

I was out hunting when I saw my prey;
senses were taut and so was my grey.
I climbed down the mountain to find it by the river;
reached for my bow and an empty quiver.
Pulled out an oak to make me a charge;
I was in the wild and my prey at large.
Stealthed my way but it saw me coming;
dashed for the woods and found me running.
It jumped over bushes, I toppled over twigs;
soon I was panting having water in swigs.
Didn't want to give up so I entered the maze;
I think it was fury, could have been craze.
Soon I was in the open, staring at the place;
it would beat heaven hands down in the race.
I had found another place the last time I was hunting;
I remember it to be just as enchanting.
Sat there long taking in the beauty;
reluctantly returned to the call of duty.
No prize to flaunt, no picture to frame;
But I will hunt again, because I love this game.