The Hunter & The Huntress

In the space between day and night A midst the rustle of fowl & fawn On the forest floor just out of sight Stands a Huntress still as dawn

Her shadow blends with the mossy trees Her nerve is steel, her vision keen
While faeries dart between her knees She watches for her prey unseen

In the eeriness of the predawn light
She breathes in deep to catch a scent As soft hair on her neck prickles upright Indeed, the Hunter has left his hint

She doesn’t move, she keeps her aim His presence inching closer
Holding her position just the same She feels him press her shoulder

His breathe against her tiny ear Both draw their bows in time Their arrows, the air doth sear True to their mark, like rhyme

They kneel beside the mighty stag Forest walls filled with eyes of its kin As its dying breathes begin to lag Words of thanks to its spirit they send

Both the Hunter and the Huntress knows That Death is part of the Circle unending Another stitch in Universe’s tapestry sown Life’s Mystery ever sending

In the light of the sun newly risen
Their bond strengthening like their bows Like Souls, together find new vision
In the place where magic grows

S. Patton © 1-22-13