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 it into place,
Like a claw through flesh
With the eternal patience of a poised lion I gaze down my glassy sight
And wait for a full 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
Thx
Thx for commenting man. It's all in the twist in the end :D
(For all those........ people out there, the hunter is a photographer lol.)
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