Treasure Island

Fox Nekitsune

(So long ago as to render me an adult but not longh enough to be elderly. / in Richmond Yorkshire)

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The Hunter


Dew wets the grass
I am the hunter
I walk a deadly path
I am hunting

Slipping through the trees
I am the hunter
I do it all with ease
I am hunting

There stood before me
Is the prey that I desire
A tremble running through me
Now I feel the hunters fire

I circle closer
Keeping her in sight
I circle closer
Don’t want to give her a fright

Now im behind her
So close now
I smell beautiful fur
So close now

Quickly I move
Tearing at her for what I want
Quickly I move
Now I will haunt her

I take my fill
I am the hunter
I leave her still
I have hunted

Submitted: Thursday, November 03, 2005

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