The Hunter
I’m stalking through the forest
On fresh deer spoor
As evening steals in.
The birds fall silent.
A sudden frisson chills my neck.
I look round uneasily.
Who is the predator here?
Is it me?
Or…….
I’m stalking through the forest
On fresh deer spoor
As evening steals in.
The birds fall silent.
A sudden frisson chills my neck.
I look round uneasily.
Who is the predator here?
Is it me?
Or…….
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