The Hunt
written by: Jenise Cook
@jenisecook
Rising, the moon glows.
Rising, he trims his arrows.
The prey feels danger.
Coyote rises.
Two shadows circle the prey
hiding in silence.
He raises his bow.
Coyote raises his head and stops
at the scent of man.
The hunters stand still,
frozen in the bright moonlight.
Prey escapes and lives.
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