Random Little Ditty

[Funkapotamus]

I wrote this at work when I got struck by some thoughts about my life.

"The Hunter"

A field. Picturesque and empty.
Solitary.
A single hunter trespasses,
Searching for a heart.

The heart of a fearful, panic stricken prey.
Someone who knows they're bound to be caught
No route to escape.

A giant leap, a sound scattered weep
Knees buckle with anxiety from above their feet.

The hunted senses entrapment
But shall be hunted until caught.
Their thunderous, crippling heartbeat
Cannot be fought.

The hunters gaze catches life
Puts away his hair strand sharp knife
And draws out his scoped firearm.

With victim in view
With one spineless move
Aims his gun at the teary eyed doomed.

A slight moments beat
The bullet flys to meet
The only feeling left in sight

Now there's no one to care
No room for the weary
A field, picturesque, empty
Solitary.