She sits in silence amongst the leaves
Her eyes are steady her breath at ease
Her patient palms set on her bow
Feet firmly planted, and head set low
The huntress waits and stalks her prey
Night after night, and into day
Her vision grows weak, her hopes turns to sorrow
Each day she prays for a better tomorrow
Until all at once she sees
The glint of something among the trees
She steadies herself, she takes to her aim
Within her heart there is a flame
The deer and huntress lock in gaze
A noble opponent in the morning haze
The huntress sees this crown-ed buck,
the velvet hair which hay has stuck
Her hands are weak, her eyes they close
and this is how the huntress goes
Laying in a field of honeydew
Her stomach thin and overdue
A meal her lips shall never taste
Her prize is lost, as is the chase
October 18, 2017 | Categories: Art Work, Writing | Tags: art, deer hunt, huntress, life, poetry | Leave a comment
