senses cocked
in stillness
until the pounce
Morning Rounds
Color Hunting
leaf peepers
big buck
the red, red maple
Skedaddle
back to the deep woods
as the sun rises
bug hunter hunted
A Ruse Of Roots
an alligator’s
magnificent jaws
at the ready for capture
Two Tracks
hooves on ice
paws in snow
the followed and the follower
Be Wary In The Woods
hunting season
even the sumac
wears safety orange
Rainy Morning Hunt
hunger
doesn’t care
about the weather
Hawk
all the small creatures know
the curve
of the predators beak
Halloween Bunting
banners wave
the hunting party gathers
to stalk their candy prey
Evading The Predator
chipmunks sound
their one chirp warning
everyone down the hole to safety
Discerning Eye
up pops
the heron head
to get a better view
The Watch
nobility
above the nest
on watch for spring stirrings
Pursuit
stalking fish
warrior feathers
on ruffled heron
Concentration
like the eye
of a hurricane
stillness at the center
The Explorers
emerging from their rock wall den
into the bright morning light
and hunting lessons
First Light
morning hunt
the field awakens
and so the give and take
Hunting
concentrated stillness
the stalking
of sunshine
Pema
she hunts insights
in the misty mystical field
Hunt
searching the old corn field
for grub be it bug or blade
Raptor
A steel bird of prey
scours the landscape
hunting abandoned cars.
The Other Side
Turkeys hurry
to get to the far side
of Thanksgiving.
Foreshadow
A certain crispness has crept into the air
and something heavy now weighs on Tom’s mind
a distant worry that has been hunting him.
Mygolomorph
Tarantula of tree roots
dips its many wooden legs into the river
and awaits its kayak prey.