The Hunting

© 1994 Scott C. Holstad
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Images frozen in graveyard time
observe the tangled overgrowth,
the creeping vines, searching
tentacles, thistles of unkempt
briars, shadowy tangles through
which They creep on murky
moonlit evenings. The eyes
blink once, twice, take in
hidden movement, a struggle in
the thicket, a silent scream,
uneasy panting rest, flanks
heaving; the sweat intermingles,
the morning dew will cleanse,
the cycle will repeat itself
again and again.

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