Hunted

The tracker stoops
Eyes in a narrowed studied stare
Seeking what had passed,
And gone by there
A bruised blade of grass,
Perhaps a cracked twig
The faint imprint of heavy feet
Yet the final gasp
Leaves no trace

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One Response to Hunted

  1. Jingle says:

    final gasp
    leaves no trace..

    love the imagery.

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