i feel i am like a doe being sited in night vision;
i wonder which way to run, hesitate, and the decision
is made- for a shot rings much too close,
i'm in flight through bushes, over branches and fence posts!.
will the hunter tire of the chase before the shot is true!?
i wonder how he'd feel were he to wear hoofs, not shoes!?
if i had those hiking boots, i'd feel so confined!.!.!.
did you know without technology, all men are night-blind!?
the hunters of old used arrows, not as cowardly as this,
though when a tribesman chose you it was never a near miss!.!.!.!.
on and on i run, 'til the hunter!? i think i lost him!.
sure hope no other creature here takes a path that will cross him!.
i stop in the open space just to see where my bearings are;
whish! thud! squish! hey- this hunter used his car!Www@QuestionHome@Com