The Hunter (Free Verse Poem)

The Hunter Belly to the floor, I gaze at the horizon, shimmering in the distance. The wind cut through the dry savanna grass, like a scythe through harvest The reflection of my scope glistens in the sun. And within my sights lies my prey A beast, a lion, an incredible catch Hugging the ground I crawl ever so closer, eluding its senses. And from within my belt I draw a fresh cartridge and silently slide …

…view. Patience, Patience, Patience, Then, unaware of the hunter that stalks him, He strides out from beneath his shadowing tree, but pauses, as if to stop and think. Swiftly I adjust my aim, until the shot is clean Now, in perfect position and with my prey poised, I squeeze the trigger realising a shot to freeze all time. It was quick, It was clean, It was sharp, It was, The perfect photo By Nick Lilleyman