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
leaves no trace..
love the imagery.
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