by
Hoegard HarfootAugust 27, 2010
At break of dawn they do start the day
Swift bow drawn they take their chosen prey
This is the hunter’s way
Natures passage in the silvered dew
Marking every twig and leaf askew
This is the hunter’s way
The strengthy stance and the focused aim
With concentration each shot they claim
This is the hunter’s way
Green and Golden is the leaf crowned wood
Where the snared trap is set as it should
This is the hunter’s way
Under nature’s guise do they prowl by
With trusted bow and predator's cry
This is the hunter's way
Camouflaged in day or dark of night
Beneath notice a stalker's delight
This is the hunter’s way
Find the path to desperate flight
A traveler’s guide by the campfire's light
This is the hunter’s way
The heart-seeking shot for one last try
Raining thorns can run the quiver dry
This is the hunter’s way
When prey like the dusky colors run
Every hunter knows their day is done
This is the hunter’s way
So it’s back to woodland lodge or camp
To unburden pack and dry the damp
This is the hunter’s way