Short Stories

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

in silence



under a pine...
a man…a rifle...wait
 in silence...
wait...to kill
for sport
the prey...restless
 senses...talking...
eyes...ears...nose
see the shadows...hear the breeze...smell the danger
the wind...speaks to the leaves...the mountain...the pines
in silence...
they wait
the hunter...the hunted
a flick of the tail...a blink of an eye...a buzz of the fly
chipmunks peek...wait...wonder.
 hunter...rifle...poised
beads of sweat...anticipation...beckon...
flies move...antlers move...tail flicks
in silence...
senses warn
hunter..rifle...rise
chipmunks chirp
antlers move against a branch
 wind blows...leaves shimmer...rustle
a buzz of the fly...a chirp of the chipmunk
antlers pause...the hunted wary
the wind blows...the hunted flees
nature wins
in silence
but not always

















1 comment:

  1. sincere apologies to the hunter but I did sort of breath a sigh of relief :) You took me with you on this hunt!

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