The Chase


I am still at my task,
footsore but dauntless.
Prey gambols away.
Steadfast hunter follows

Wry grin, huffing resignation,
chase continues no hesitation.
for a drink or two, a cheery fire
ere I retire to dream of you.

Cold, dark, shivering
Pack camp and move quickly
Fair game sleeps in the sullen dawning.

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