Hunting Huntress Hunted

Wolves winding into wind wanting wild wants

Introductions precede the calamity

Moving away from my ancestral haunts

a discovered lone path inspiring temerity

I wandered into your wood

a prize beyond measure

the chase was understood

wise to your distance

by your steaming breath

your shine may have struck me

dumb and deaf

with my one good eye

I hunt you boldly

my body may stumble blindly

but my shadow stalks slowly

By the rise of the sun

you will be mine

with the barrel of my gun

I will taste of your wine

I know you think

that you have won

But I cannot surrender

I am a soldier’s son