as a result of the storm

Let’s enter the mind
of the Bow man
all clad in his
camouflage gear
with his bow and his arrows
and his outlook that narrows
on a young handsome Buck
who is near

in the same stretch of forest
invited by karma
it could be who knows
who can say
an ear on the wind
an eye on the tree
tasting the fresh grass
and just being free
thinking believing
and perhaps achieving
who now can see
not even me

to witness this stand off
and wonder
the hide’s in a rickety state
the wind was both violent
and purposeful
and also bore the hunters weight
the Buck he’s aware of the morning
and is sharing the spirit
of light
and the berries blown down
off the trees and the sounds
at the end of the long stormy night
an owl gives a rather contemplative
hoot
and the buck turns
and runs at some speed
the bow man reacts
just as the hide cracks
and is dead
and his head starts to bleed
in the litter he lies
with two bloodshot eyes
staring straight up at the sky
with his bow
it was his time today
the Buck got away
karma repaid
Yes, we know