On a Hunt
In the lambent light of the dying fire,
memories of the moment of kill,
how the Buck dropped straight down,
legs buckling as bullet pierced lungs collapse
and the noble heart pumps its finale.

Crossing the canyon to retrieve the
prize, lifeless eyes staring, mourning,
frozen in the moment of kill.

Those eyes, staring now at dying embers,
that bullet now piercing lungs
and heart, causing them to
burst
with sorrow,
in grief

© William Davis 1997